Fortress

Today I am thankful for poetry. I wrap myself in pages, diving deep into the welcoming

waters of verse and rhyme and metaphor; I cover the wounds of my soul. Like a salve against festering flesh, I breathe in the sacred scent. Hatred and fear surround me, but in poetry I find respite, arms to comfort and protect. In the calm, hope emerges, a faint pulse against the riot. Glimmering. Unwavering. Building ever stronger.

Unstoppable.