I miss my carefree nature,
I miss the wind at my back,
I miss the way the sun beams glowed
early summer mornings.
I miss watching the sunrise
from my bedroom window,
and I miss watching the sunset
on the beach with the dog.
I miss the simplicity,
and how I knew it’d all be fine.
Sometimes winter gets so cold,
I fear I’ve gone as bitter as the wind.
Lauren Hayden 
I mentioned in a recent piece about shivering and…
“waiting for someone to tell me to turn the heating on
because they don’t know this kind of cold”
Sometimes they give you a gazillion reasons and strategies – reasons for not feeling this and strategies for dealing with it better.
But they ain’t you…
and whatever your way through turns out to be, it won’t be by trying to be them.
The world might try to give you a shedload of reasons why it doesn’t want that kind of pain… why it needs to be airbrushed away.
But the world needs you.
So maybe it isn’t carefree now… but that doesn’t mean you won’t weave all the fear and pain and cold into something new…
perhaps a coat, to wear on those beaches, rich with textures that, for all their pain, you find yourself deeper for having known.
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There will be a new day tomorrow
It will be brighter
Than it was today
It may be cold today
Summer not far away
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so nice! such a beautiful poem!
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Thank you!
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