Sad
Slush slips over the tip of her Salvation Army boots
She trudges
The winter of
Her mind, but not her life
One step at a time, one day
One minute either way
Slidding on the ice, her frozen mistakes
She just wants in out of the cold
The hour of
Her reprieve never arrives
Over there, over here
Over everywhere
Snow joys of her childhood melt
She now hates falling flakes
The traffic of
Her adult existence,
Opposition
Slowly, but surely
She trudges on
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