Shaken, Not Moved


 



  Shaken, Not Moved

by Amelia Ott    

I sit there unyielding;
The wind blows soft and smooth.
And although it leaves me trembling,
I'm shaken, not moved.

Rain pounds my head;
Some leaves are removed.
And though it leaves me dripping,
I'm shaken, not moved.

The wind now blows stronger,
Though through it I have proved
That I cannot be beaten.
I'm shaken, not moved.

The sky growls in thunder,
My confidence is disproved.
As lightning pierces my side,
I'm shaken, and moved.

I lay here now thinking,
Of all I've been through,
I guess sometimes you're shaken,
And sometimes you're moved.








-Amelia

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