Blades like swords come crashing
Through sheets of ice like rain
It bleeds a fresh coat of armor
To prevent the perilous pain
With winds roaring in the bosom
And drops pelting hard on the soil
It takes a patience not worth having
To wait for such ends to unfoil
So harden your reins and relinquish
Your drearisome dreams and doubt
The layers of labor shall shield you
And reveal a safer way out
It’s strong sense of self that is truly
The secret to surviving each day
And so right and ready, I rally
Heading on down the turning away
Poetelling 