Only twelve hours ago my world was filled with snow
The air, dry with white glee
I hear laughs I’ve never heard before
I play with old childhood friends I couldn’t before
My littlest brother joins
All is well
I go to their house after warm hot chocolate
To come home to rest
Realizing only today is well, and tomorrow can wait
My thoughts slowly die as I close my eyes
I awake in my historical setting
Back to my ‘good days’
People yelling at each other
The snow, gone, replaced with cold cloudy rain
Only ice remains
Back in reality, my other brother says he’s living life sitting around
Telling me indirectly not to hide
Realizing that anger is such a driving emotion
How it seems to kill every other emotion
Listening to the same old song over and over
‘what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger’ I always say
Am I wrong? Do the wounds compile?
Do they eventually take us down?
Does it matter?
Today wasn’t supposed to happen

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