An ill wind blows:
The flame shivers,
Yet she persists.
Her soul burns on,
Brighter than before,
Fuelled by that very breath
That hoped to extinguish her life.
The steady, constant light she gives
Illuminates the place in which she stands
And the surly disappointment on
The face of the cold and bitter wind.
ⓒ2018 Joanne Van Leerdam