It will still be you
All those months from now
When life stops handing you lemons
And hands you flowers instead.
You.
No other version of you
Will magically appear-
Counting blessings
And being gracious.
No
The same you
With a greater taste for bitter lemonade
Than a nose for smelling roses,
That is the you that will be there
That day.
How tragic it would be
For good things to finally come
Only to find you too numb
To notice.
Cynicism may have helped you cope
With a pandemic
And everything else
That hasn’t made sense over these past
Two years,
But life is more
Than what you have concluded it is.
And the posture of heart
You have assumed
Matters far more
Than any future world events
That might take place.
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