Colorado Poem by Theresa Garces

it's actually warm, despite the snow on the ground. the street lamps glow like small beacons of hope every thirty feet-leading deeper into darkness. I am alone. it's strange sometimes how you can hate the life you love. I know deep down that I can't live this way for very much longer and maintain any decent levels of sanity. I hope that these next few months will calm me in some way. I hope that solitude will bring some clarity to the things that I wrestle with in my soul. that fears will be silenced. that understanding will come, and that kindness will replace disdain. there is a thirst in me. perhaps there always will be. but there are nights, and this is one of them, when I know that everything will be okay. there will certainly be more tears…and it will get cold again. but I am not weak. I am not a victim. I am alone, yes. but I am alive. I am in love. and I am grateful for all of it.