The Unknown

From within my heart comes rush of wind so fierce,

Sweep me off my feet as my back grows cold.

And through my body that raw wind doth pierce,

I, too, am sure t’will haunt me till I’m old.

As I stand solo and shoulders brush by,

My place in this world held by feet alone,

Those monsters do try to smother my sky,

Through desolate fields and forests I am blown.

Fingers on my neck, remind me of my bounds.

Dread, it does bind me with chains to the floor.

This fear of the unknown swirls me round and round,

Till the flame within me dwindles forevermore.

Alas, as I live my days in despair,

What is it? What is this thing that I fear? 

BY JULIE CHEN