Streaks of rain and streaks of pain
Are certainties that have full rein
Sometimes up and sometimes down
Swinging life like a pendulum
Waves of fear terrorise the shores
Thrashing against depression that lays near
The tempest roars seeking victims to devour
They are swept away like rags and dolls
Perplexing thoughts rage and try to break out
Ensnared inside by an evil trap
Cowering is the feeble man
That is imprisoned by what he has found
Bury roots in solid ground
So that when the Siren cries with an eerie sound
You will withstand whatever comes your way
And blow the winds,drive them far away
MARYANN BOSAH 