It has been five months
since I wait patiently for anew,
I try to seek the winds
to feel their cool embrace
It is when I came to a conclusion,
it is me I have to face
The sky's mood is familiar
You won't know if it will shine
or turn grey to cry
Shifting the color to an angry orange
as the ball of fire sets
Seeking the nictating stars,
I attempt to believe again:
The possibilities are endless
Something has to change,
though I'm uncertain what should
with all these eyes looking at me
YOU ARE READING
Such a Poet
PoetryA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
