I will be

Storm of Protest

In the restless tide
dreams ebbed
hopes carried deep
by the undertow
of experience

Cold eyed cruel beaked gulls
shrieked and swooped
to carry off
the unshelled flesh
of desire

Under the darkening sky
rebellion grew
and struggled free
but fell again
into the indifferent sea

The breaking storm
shook the will awake
unremembered passion stirred
casting on the angry wind
I can I will – be heard

In exhilaration
and rekindled sense of life
laughing joyously
the rebel shouted to the skies
I will be I will be I will be

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