Shuffling out on a wintery Friday
I am here; cold - frozen, waiting
Class has not started, teacher is coming.
Glancing out the window, I long for Summer,
But I am greeted by the cold face of Winter
Staring me down.
I should be used to these Chicago Winters by now,
But my resiliency has transcended birth.
I shiver once, tightening my jacket around my frame,
Time is ticking and I am withering away.
The cold is a state of being - a state of mind
From which I cannot deliver myself.
I have been enveloped by the cold for far too long.
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