Having Hard Time

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison 
The days are short

there is no warmth

things are hard

and things have become fraught

where is the love

and where do I go

when there is nothing left

no place shall I know

2 thoughts on “Having Hard Time”

  1. oh but the warmest place is a light that shines so bright. Yet we forget. For it is never in a fancy blue box. It is the earth and all its colorful rocks. No matter what you do, it lives inside of you. I wanted to write a little pooem today and I will as I want to write for the color book. Thank you for the reminder!

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