storm-lashed,
whip towards the unyielding ground.
Snow
drives past my window
seeking victims
to embrace.
I am warm. Safe.
I gaze anxiously outside.
I think of those at sea,
far from sheltering harbours.
I am comfortable. Secure.
I listen for returning footsteps.
I think of those far away,
whose children cry themselves to sleep from hunger.
My fire is a cosy luxury.
I long to gather my loved ones.
I think of the lonely, the refugee, the one
who has no home.
My heart howls. Thoughts,
storm-lashed,
whip towards an unyielding world.
Cold injustice
drives me onward,
seeking courage
to embrace change.
Written on March 11th 2013, as a snow-laden storm lashes Guernsey, shops and services close, and people struggle to get home.
