My Unstable

• Elena Ilic, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

What is this window but a screen into my mind,
What is this storm but a glimpse of my unstable world,
Is it I who dreams of acceptance of a kind;
Searches for a way to excuse the thoughts that I unfurled,

Why does this wind flourish when I cower like a mouse?
Why does this rain pound when I'm deep beneath my sheets?
Does my God belittle me as gale shakes through the house,
Mock me as it roars and screams, destroying what it meets,

Am I but a piece in the curse that He created,
A pawn, a marionette controlled by foreign hands,
The storm that's yet to slow leaves me ever agitated,
I surrender all control to the power it demands.