I need some sugar for my pain.

Sweeten the deal.

And then I’ll permit you to call all that happens to and around me ‘life’.

I’ll take the thick scarf you offer and the umbrella you keep waving in my face…

Take bold steps into the rain,

listen to your promises of protection and to a point, believe that I’m protected. 

I’ll keep silent when my socks get wet because of invincible holes in my boots.

Then come home and hang them dry on the line where I can see them all night,

Brew tea and sip it with my feet up the heater…and tell myself, ” I don’t feel cold”.

I’ll stay in this existence gladly, 

As long as I have some sugar daily. 

For my pain.


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