On this cloudy gray day, cool breeze outside,
I feel the high winds of anger and entitlement,
injustice and self-admiration,
closed-minded thinking and surety of right,
blow about my hair and my heart.
Hailstorms of hate pelt my head
and support seems so very far away.
Fighting battles before my morning coffee
exhausts my soul.

Take a breath, and a
sip, and splash in the puddles --
refreshing rain, wash.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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