Small Simple Pleasures
Hidden flashlights
And hushed voices
Open windows
Scared of small noises
Sitting on rooftops
Not to leave but to stay
Grounding myself
So my mind isn’t in the way
My body shaking
Ridden with cold
Refusing to go in
The feeling never gets old
Finally returning
To a warm waiting place
It seems so different
From my cold safe space
Huddled under blankets
Hidden in extreme measures
But they can never take away
My small simple pleasures
Copyright © Carson Metcalfe | Year Posted 2021
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