Cold
the world outside is cold
frozen and frigid
sort of like my tears
I am lucky
I keep repeating it to myself
am aware; have the luxury to process it all in
stay home and lean in
I am lucky even while cold
there are doors I can knock
I knock; I unsend
I live in sort of fear
aware but scared
not the best feeling
but I am grateful and counting
each blessing

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