Posted in life, Poetry

Cold Whispers

They all wait

for the warm weather

and the better times

and opportunities to

be “themselves” in public space

and all ย I can think

is how maybe the cold is

easier;

No one wants to talk

when their heads are down

and their teeth chatter

and their only motivation

is getting to where it’s warm.

Cold is a friend that

whispers often

but never so loud as when everyone else

has nothing to say.

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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