When Life Gives You Molasses, You Make Molasses Cookies- A poem


The rain falls down

upon the window. I

watch as each drop

travels vertically down

the glass curtain before

my eyes.  They were so

fixated on the sky’s

tears that it took

a moment to realize that

in the distance the

sky was on fire.  The

ball of light was fighting

her way out of the dense

cotton fluff made of water.

 

If the sun can break through

the heavy, molasses times

where it’s hard to move

and carry on,

then so can I.

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College student at Boston University studying psychology. Figuring life out day-by-day.

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