My Roar Is A Whisper

A poem about how I feel all the time.

I am a raindrop

Falling on a windshield only to

be mercilessly wiped off.

I am a chivalrous prince with no kingdom to rule and no princess

to save.

Then I roar. With the pride

of a ferocious beast,

a warrior standing on his feet till his last, heavy breaths,

then finally giving up resistance, accepting death like

the raindrop that drops into the cool, inviting ground.

But I’m sure to the heavens, it simply sounds like the prayers they hear every day.