By Aviva, age 22, New JerseyI stand alone in the storm,
The wind whipping, roaring,
Beating me back and forth,
So strong I may be broken.
The storm screams,
Thunders at me with a passion born of being,
But the one light that illuminates it all
Shows the world as it falls apart,
Cracks to pieces,
Reminds me that the world is still standing,
Beating back the storm.
So I stand,
Be it alone, be it a single voice swallowed whole by the wind.
Because I am not
And will not be