In the morning as the sun kisses the frost goodbye,
I inhale the dust of yesterday.
It sets anchor within my belly
Leaden is my soul.
Rusted from exposure
Rain, wind, fog
Encrusted.
A new dawn brings no hope
But a day passed where still, I weigh
Too scared to exhale.
Submitted: January 31, 2021
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