Poetry

Oh how

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I wish things were different and I wasn’t going down this path again.

I feel the cold covering my body again as the cold blows through my town.

A place I rather not be but, for the time being I am stuck here to play with those I rather now see or hear from.

I want to be in my own way and not be able to be satisfied by the end results of this one journey.

I know that wishing won’t make things happen quicker or for things to improve or move forward only action will help and right now I feel like the battle is losing on my side and I am too weak to help pick up the pieces now.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes