"When the Winds Try to Break Me"

The beauty of the moon shines as deep as the night,

As weak as a match, I too, wish to shine as bright.

A faint light I am, gone with just a subtle blow,

rage fills me, oh so much more I need to know.

I shine with my brightest light, hoping it not to die,

these strong winds blow it away, showing how hard I try.

They must think of me so dim, with a light so faint,

if I shined like the moon, they’d treat me like a saint.

With the strong winds that kill my light, I lose all hope,

I have to accept this reality, so here I cope.

With the weight of expectations dimming my spark,

I shut all the windows to be left in the dark.

Here in the dark I lit up every corner of the room,

in my own contentment, I beautifully bloom.

I shine so bright, my confidence building the light of my spark,

so sentimental, in my heart it left a mark.

One can be the sun, without winds holding them down,

but in the weight of expectations is where they drown.

Should they really listen to the whispers of the wind?

For the whirs may guide them, but truth lies where dreams begin.

The moon may guide the night, but I’ll blaze my own trail,

Through winds that try to break me, my light will never fail.

Why aim for the moon if we can reach for the sun?

Why chase the night when the dawn has just begun?

An elocution piece by Raine Mojica of Grade 10. Delivered through spoken poetry.