Shields of surety draping mind from life,
but in the poet's hands
they are a gaze,
a penetrable view into any storm,
willing to feel the rage,
be drenched in its deluge
where others hide from the passions
knowing the baptism brings its lightning
to strike a quill with power and fire.
From a seconds droplets
can come a river of profound
flowing freely to soil of those
who preferred to hide their mind
against the gold that comes
when life's gales beset the soul.
Tempest times awaken the sleeping muse
for those who use her as umbrella
against the nights of oblivious
in which other brains often dwell.
Risking the touch of fate's tears
because it refreshes
instead of drowns.
Honorable winner
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