Aftermath
I see the light
I’m crawling out
Because we all like shiny things;
because it’s the only direction
I know;
because in avalanche aftermath
sometimes up is down;
because sometimes people shut
the door to crack a window.
I see the light,
I’m crawling out.
Really the significance is
inconsequential.
I have no clue where I’m headed,
But I’m moving there.
I’m crawling out.
By Veronica Russell
This poem is about:
Me
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