December - Poem by Vonda Overlie
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.
Awaiting Spring to bud and begin anew.
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