Oh, what a chore it is to fall into a
To have one’s hope frolic and leap at the sight of a body,
Or the smile of a face,
Or the sound of a voice,
Only to have that hope misstep and soar
Over the edge,
Off a high cliff,
And dash itself among the rocks of reason below.
To turn one’s mind away from the carnage of a shattered heart
Only to feel it rise from its wreckage
And climb back up to its lofty point,
Ignoring the scars that shaped it.
Well, it’s a day late and a buck short, but I managed to get it up!
This poem was inspired by the struggles of a friend, but I think it would ring true for a lot of people who’ve ever loved and not been loved in return.
On a slightly less depressing note, my student teaching experience is going well, and a massive storm system has just hit my area. We are supposed to get anywhere from 16-24 inches, but getting over 30 won’t be a surprise!
Here’s a picture of a cute little snowflake that landed inside my car door yesterday to make up for the heartache of this poem!