our poetry is sometimes beautiful
and we can never be so
but changing the way we see ourself
hasn't happened, no
we get compliments and presents sent
but we already considered ourself a pro
what has happened is that others now
seem to appreciate our flow
for hours every day she stares at the sea
ever ruminating only wishing to be
in the arms of someone she loves tenderly
but she settled for one she's certain isn't he
change requires courage and she ain't got but a bit
her fear overwhelms her so she waits and she sits
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
The Trudge of March
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