My Definition

My Definition

Your words will not define me
I am more than your syllables and vowels.
I am the whistling wind in the trees
I am the song of the wolf that howls.

Your thoughts cannot contain me
I am earth and wind
and fire.
When you attempt to lower me
I only climb up higher.

The pain you inflict rolls off of me
like the dew off the leaves of a flower
delicate to the touch the petals may fade
but the roots still hold their power.

I have an unbreakable spirit
I contain an beautiful soul
Empty though you try to make me
I am completely whole.

Paula Rosvold