Treasure Island

Vonda Overlie

(Havre)

December


December

Who said this would be easy?
As I follow this thing called life,
Around each bend, more and more pain.

The storm never ends.
Where are the rainbows?


You promised you would never give more than I could handle?
When did I grow this strong?

Oh how I long for the carefree summer days when the soft wind blew through my hair and love was new.

You spoiled me then.
Days when all I had to do was lay in your arms and feel the love.

Are you testing my character?

It is December.
Frozen.
No growth.
Awaiting Spring to bud and begin anew.

Submitted: Friday, January 12, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 31, 2013
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