Winter met us#halfway; our starting
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Category: Poetry
The Switch
Winter dances on the
edge of acceptance
dolls her way back
into the fold
I pull down windows
shut balcony doors
the thermostat reads
65Β° and my arms
are home to goose bumps
I up the ante
turn on the heat
“Just to knock
the chill off”
and find some form
of comfort
She tricked us
sassy Winter and
switched things up
she just won’t let
Spring have her
shine
The Unfiltered Truth: Six Word Story
Brave women still shed some tears.
Feeling the Feelings
A Lamentation
Have we always been so
bad at being human or
did we arrive at this point
over time?
Is inhumanity ingrained
in our souls and passed
down to generations after us?
We’re flailing about in time
knocking down common sense
and running over logic.
I’ve had my share of selfish
people and my stomach is full
of disdain for my brethren
who’d rather skip rules
and toe a harsher line.
One day, the spirit of togetherness
will envelop us and mark us
with its care.
But first, we must crawl out
of our shells and move closer
toward acceptance of others.
On my dying day,
I want to be remembered
as a task manager who
managed to love everyone
but right now, I am nowhere
close to that.
I hope I still have time left.
I want to still have time left.
Please let me have more time.
Originally published via Medium.