Prevail

   Whirlwinds echo around me.
Swirling my soul into oblivion.
My mind is ransacked by these
emotions.

    The sights. The smells. All howl
yet I remember from a dream. Shh
a secret not yet opened. Close up my
lids to scream white light.

     Words. Black, red, green. Scar my
very spirit. Angry words, no just saying
I know I shall not empty from my mouth.

      A memory lost. Stolen for a moment
of happiness. Create a path to recall yet
find it overgrown with poison and weeds.

     How can I travel when all seems
lost. Echoes of distance calling. People
enter my life as fast as a race car and just the
same as they exit.

     Want to grab. Screaming their names
in hopes they remember me. Fading, a face,
of once was.

      Going. Floating in dirt, in air that
is rancid yet I prevail. I survive. How does
that happen? How does the words fit into
me?

      Carry a tune. Tide over the raging storm.
             Hear the whispers tickling the leaves.

      I stand here with you, firm, feared and solid.