Power plays between us entertaining We would go head to head but you could never intimidate me I am always comfortable in my own skin and you forget I am your equal You do not own me and you will never break my spirit
De Jackson (alias Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the tittle. He has prompted us wit the word "Spirit"
Survival is an instinct Born of necessity Protected at all costs as you would a child and like your spirit it can never be taken from you
It is all you have when times are dire Your resourcefulness when you are without Your resilience when you are knocked down It lives and breathes within you
It is always present yet hangs in your shadows until you call upon it and give it life Your will to survive paramount Your kiss of life Your oxygen
A realization dawns The stark reality that I am merely a possession A purchased accessory a commodity, and reminding me has become your obsession
Speechless I retreat Wounded by your words so blatantly delivered Lacking kindness, Cruel and meant to sting Inwardly I shivered
As you threaten my livelihood I consider the repercussions You will offer no act of contrition But continue to wield your power Indignation unfaltering You have exercised your volition
