the frozen streets
remind me of how i sometimes get.
how easy it is to be cold:
while still beating underneath.
it’s never the darkness that slips
us up,
but the patches of light in-between
that promise us a moment
of rest.
—one we hope will continue on, forever.
a subtle wish for the light to remain the same,
hope lingers on,
but i sometimes think
we need darkness too.
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Nice poem, but this got me.
it’s never the darkness that slips
us up,
but the patches of light in-between
that promise us a moment
of rest.
It's amazing
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