Still you

It will still be you

All those months from now

When life stops handing you lemons

And hands you flowers instead.


No other version of you

Will magically appear-

Counting blessings

And being gracious.


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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