Alone I stand, clad in the skin in which I was born.
The robes of white surround my flesh,
But I notice not.
The wind beckons my hazel locks towards the mountainous apparition.
Passion fuels my thoughts, but
My frozen feet stand firm, pointed towards the mist.
I then drop to my knees, alone I will crawl
over this land of ice, begging for an answer.
My cries slice the static of silence as the mountain draws near.
I can faintly see my destiny through stinging eyes.
But alone I will meet my fate and
alone I will embrace the cold.
My skin screams for forgiveness, but I hear not.
I have forgone many tribulations before,
why not display what I bare?
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Chelsea Rosine.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?