In Denial
I am supposed to be writing
Poems for thank you cards,
And memory jars,
And collecting money
For presents and food
Before the party starts.
But I find myself hesitant,
Scribbling nonsense, peppering edges
Of the sheet with tiny stars.
Yet starting tomorrow
It would seem more real
And maybe dim this denying trance.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2023
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