Roof top

I shape myself
To be as steep as a mountain roof
Not afraid of snow or weight.
The storm is far
But only the strong
And unique
Will let the heavy rain slide
on their shoulders.

Angry present

The sun shine
But my fire is on
Angry and avid as ever.
Angry for the undetermined present,
Avid for the slowly coming future,
Both out of reach
Although in sight.