this personal space

 

enduring

one of

the hardest days 

i've 

faced in 

a cold year. 

the 

world is

cold, and snowing 

icy

tears over

springtime. i recite

prayers,

asking for 

relief. issues seem

to

be crowding 

this personal space

trying

to smack

ice storms away. 

they 

spring back 

tenfold like ice-

-covered

boomerangs and

sting. please make 

it 

stop, please,

stop the sleet. 

lcs/2022