The Longest Months
Where’s spring, now?
I get the feeling that it’s forgot to come.
It’s just me though, always cold,
For months now.
Just can’t seem to warm
Up inside somehow.

It’s cold storage,
A game of endurance,
Putting myself on hold.
Everything’s so terribly temporary,
Anyhow.

Now I can see the necessary bravery
Required to help.
Can’t help but see those who see differently,
Stonewalling my desires to do good
As the enemy,
All because we don’t see eye to eye.
It makes me want to scream
To be paralyzed by someone’s inability
To change their priorities.
Eight more months.

It’s harder than I thought this would be.
I think these are the longest months.
-srw
even more angst home