Reid@YWP

school was called off but i still woke up early

i woke up early to watch the snow coat the green grass with white

as the window fogged, i lost sight

i grabbed my gloves and boots

I’d like a palmful of metaphors, 

Ones to use every time 

I put a pen to a page, 

To plant in my heart 

And become submerged in my hope, 

When you walk the streets of this city, 
What do you feel? 
What do you see? 

Do you see the life and wonder, 
That lies in the cracks of the sidewalk. 
The curious child asking his mother

One foot in front of the other

Pursuing the search for my goal

Feet pounding against the solid ground

Heart pounding against my chest

The rain pummeling the dirt 

The wind whisking the hair out of my face

I don't want to be a survivor, I don't want to be brave 

I don't want to be stronger, I don't want to be saved 

I don't want to be tested to see if I'll do it right 

I thought I liked the way you held your head,

it was casual and sincere,

not unlike the way you smiled.

But this was different from your smile…