Challenge
White Christmas
Your interpretation. Any format. 300 word max.
White Christmas
Pressed, uneasy,
fighting to feel productive
it's so dark
the sun can't feed me
sinking back into the couch
disgust
but then the flakes
on the breeze
flurries of pure white
storms of thoughts blowing away...
and now the darkness feels like a hug
the snow glistening - a lullaby
I am held
like a cub in a den on a bed of leaves
everything is all right.
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