Woke up
To freezing Temps
Snowflakes
And
Wind, my muse.
Howling comes
Stumbling
Down the alley, while
Grey tones rob me
Of my encouraging mood.
This is what happens
When I consider
Life without light
And neverending blues.
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Clam
Like a clam
Tight
Never bold
Never brave
Holding on
Fantastically
A gem quietly sits
Feelings
All mine
I own them
Nobody’s witness
Proven over and over again
Never asking or pushing
She’s a funny girl
Afraid of the bull
Which lives within
Like a clam
Craving the push and pull
Powerful waters
Forcing the gem to breathe
In murky waters
Or
Fresh
Clean
Air
Finally
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 