Wind
A poem

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nd shelter from the tempest In the arms of inspiration She cradles my parchment As I use words for creation To fashion resolve and passion Against the darkness and the wind And be whole once again</p><p id="7964"><a href="https://medium.com/@whitec1914"><i>Estacious(Charles White)</i></a><i> is a 23-year educator. He began writing over 25 years ago. His work experience encompasses managing schools and teaching a variety of subjects. His passions are poetry, short fiction, playwrighting, and non-fiction. He won one of six prizes in the Rockford play festival for his play “Incarcerated Christmas”. He is married with three children and a native of New Orleans.</i></p><h2 id="1f25">Other musings of Estacious:</h2><div id="c658" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/ode-to-her-blackness-5f179261cb30"> <div> <div> <h2>Ode to Her Blackness</h2> <div><h3>A poem for the history of my African American sisters.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*k-H6Q5mZzPU7uAfn)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="f9b1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/why-i-cant-allow-teachable-moments-to-pass-in-my-classroom-6cbe70b2ae87"> <div> <div> <h2>Why I Can’t Allow Teachable Moments to pass in My Classroom</h2> <div><h3>Education: The
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great equalizer.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*jK893KZN3NEohjiyhIczyA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="6fc3" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/being-the-only-child-nurtured-my-imagination-and-love-of-books-67a4be051768"> <div> <div> <h2>Being the Only Child Nurtured My Imagination and Love of Books</h2> <div><h3>Why imagination and reading are important to children.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*kc8tUt7O_fEoNj9a)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><h2 id="d8b6">My Publication:</h2><div id="29fb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/afro-scribe"> <div> <div> <h2>Afro Scribe</h2> <div><h3>Musings of race, education, and the human condition told thru poetry, short fiction, and essays</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*AJP2lmlD3Eu6Vs18xmICzg.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The wind blows me around and down Drags me by my feet And covers me in tragedy Beats my resolve into submission stretches all sections of Gods creation
I am feeling erosion in my soul The air cold and bites to the white bone Lips quivering and cracked By bitter words thrown at ugly thoughts and facts
I find shelter from the tempest In the arms of inspiration She cradles my parchment As I use words for creation To fashion resolve and passion Against the darkness and the wind And be whole once again
Estacious(Charles White) is a 23-year educator. He began writing over 25 years ago. His work experience encompasses managing schools and teaching a variety of subjects. His passions are poetry, short fiction, playwrighting, and non-fiction. He won one of six prizes in the Rockford play festival for his play “Incarcerated Christmas”. He is married with three children and a native of New Orleans.