I used to go on long matutinal walks,
To battle my finicky thoughts.
Grappling for an inch of control,
Praying for my fugacious dreams.
& wondering how long
will this frigid winter last…
But not anymore.
For the summer of my life is finally here
& all the slippery ice has disappeared.
Now, I don’t go on walks.
& it tastes like hope.
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