Gods Tears
by Jezabel Castillo
I have recurring
false dreams
where I find myself
to be the daughter
of winter.
Blood made of snow,
glacier shoulders,
polar bones,
just as tough
As hail rocks.
I, numbing the bites
by the frost of winds
piercing teeth.
I must possess
the power
of waves.
I shall interfere
with the velocity
of roaring melancholy.
What have I turned into?
Am I the reason
why gods tears
gives everyone rain?
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Jezabel Castillo is 17 years old from New York. She has been writing poetry for 5 years and strives to pursue her dream career of becoming a Published Poet with her dedication to writing. She hopes to share her deep, emotional poetry with the world, as well as supporting an audience who can relate to her work.
