No matter how many times
the voice in my head comes up
with reasons to leave
my heart whispers
“Stay. Don’t give up.”

You mind your steps
   after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
   after you’ve left it.
You value your health
   after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
   after you died.

In Georgia, it is 82 degrees.
Sweltering sticky heat and air so thick with humidity
It’s like you’re swimming through syrup
Weigh me down.
Sweat slips down my spine like living water, a reminder that
I am here— uncomfortable, yes, but not quite hurting.
People smile. I smile back.

In New York, it’s 39 degrees.
Wind whips at my face, rendering my cheeks rosy and stinging my eyes with tears.
My teeth chatter, rattling my whole jaw with them.
The subtle pain reminds me I’m alive.
I’m not quite sure when I decided pain and existence were synonymous
But I did
And today is another reminder.
I smile. No one smiles back.

At least they’re alive. At least I am.

Yesterday
I was looking forward
To
Today

Tomorrow
I will look back
At
Today

Today
I will make me proud
Of
Today

sunshine or rain
indoors or out
poetry day


Every day should be a poem day... even if it isn't written.

I am
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              L
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in love with you,
Hear it in the song I sing,
Feel it in the whisper of the gentle breeze.
28/1/2020

in the gentle breeze,
tree branches sway gracefully
mum sings lullaby.
1/2/2020