The snow swirls around me,
covering up my footprints
and leaving me stranded
in the colorless blizzard.
The cold bites at my bare skin,
turning it to a rosy red,
trying to take me over.
But my heart stays beating
like drums to a wild rhythm,
and the wind whistles like flutes.
A mini orchestra sings in my ears,
keeping me walking,
keeping me alive.
My journey continues;
my fight persists.
My destination?
Peace, for all the world to take in.
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Young Writers Project: 'Peace'
![This week’s Richmond, Vermont, poet Anna Wahlin puts words to the stormy resistance she feels walking uphill toward the better, brighter future.](https://npr.brightspotcdn.com/dims4/default/3f622eb/2147483647/strip/true/crop/2175x1553+0+0/resize/880x628!/quality/90/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fnpr-brightspot.s3.amazonaws.com%2Flegacy%2Fsites%2Fvpr%2Ffiles%2F201902%2Fyoung-writers-walker-Jones-20190211.jpg)
YWP Media Library, digital art by Walker Jones