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It's Hard Enough(Snow Days Ahead)


by Darryl Price


to just get up in the morning 
and be awake again to the 
same facts. I don't need someone like 
you telling me to shift my attention 
at will to pleasant meadows 
and walk away from the terrible 
past as a spirit. Time 
is all in the snow and so are 

we. That makes us passengers together, 
for the time being. It's 
hard enough to be in a silent 
film of your life. Now you want 
me to sit in an arena 
of privileged Angels and watch myself 
fall, yesterday, today and 
probably tomorrow, without 

feeling any emotion like 
love or mercy? Since when did love 
become the definition of 
ultimate cruelty? If it's always 
been that joyless way, I don't 
subscribe. You are defeated by 
your own heavy stones. It's a no 
then from me. I can't speak for anyone 

else who isn't willing 
to forgive mistakes. Living is 
hard, life is good. We all do our 
best to balance the book. But sometimes 
we need a little kindness 
from the unlikeliest of places 
to remember how small we 
are alone and how large we are 

together. It's hard enough to 
be made of wood when all you want 
is to be a real boy. To be 
punched in the stomach when all you 
needed was a breath of fresh air. 
It's hard enough to bite your lip 
miserably without always 
being told to smile instead. Snow

days ahead, my ass. It's hard enough
to make the numbers add up to 
some explanation you'll accept. 
I'm a poet of the heart. You 
don't like that. I get it, but that's
a pretty cynical worldview.  
It's hard enough to stop writing 
these words without you on my side.  
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