Ankles deep
In the mire
Walking further in
Feeling the
icy cold
Changing me within
First my mood
Then my mind
Feelings follow suit
Eventually
People ask
Why I’m such a brute.
*****
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Ankles deep
In the mire
Walking further in
Feeling the
icy cold
Changing me within
First my mood
Then my mind
Feelings follow suit
Eventually
People ask
Why I’m such a brute.
*****
It starts…
As a sizable
Block of ice
Stripped down in size
Shaved
Scraped
Sculpted
Slowly revealing
What lies beneath
Hardship gives way
To wings
Ready
For flight
To be free from
It’s frigid entombment
Released
Finally
I love lemons in my water… I hate lemon seeds. Seriously, I will fish for those buggers for like 3 minutes just to get them out. I don’t know why… I learned a long time ago that contrary to what my older brother taught me, I will in fact NOT grow a lemon tree in my stomach. Still.. slimy little buggers… and just ewww.