Whirlwind and Glass...a strange title to some
But only with great thought
Did the idea for these words come.
Each day is filled with battles
And we have no choice but to fight
This is the whirlwind of which I speak
The pressures that send us either soaring or drowning
In our various plights
The glass of course represents the will
Which so easily falls and breaks
Each day the whirlwind presses
And each day the glass shakes
And each day we must choose to fight
Or our glass the whirlwind will overtake...
About Me
- Greta Fox
- I'm Greta Fox. My family resides in the beautiful Flathead Valley of Montana. I have been scribbling poetry and lyrics since my early teen years and use this blog mostly as a way to document some of my favorite writings. For every piece I put on this blog I probably have at least a dozen more in notebooks that are either embarrassing (thank you angst-filled teen years!) or are simply being re-worked until they reach what I consider to be perfection. :)
2 comments:
You think too deeply....lol.
I think I agree...although it does make sense in a cool sort of way. =P
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