friend.

sometimes,

the watery

winter

sun

calls my name,

gently,

from behind the clouds,

caressing

my face

with his tendrils of

hope.

but i turn my back.

not now, i say,

can’t you see

that i am hiding

from the light.

but he rubs solace

into my fears

anyway.

— friend.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

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