Reid@YWP

It's only February  

and look at this world.  

I want to know if we'll 

get through all of this. 

And on the other side,  

will I still be standing, 

You hope for my demise,
but I refuse to fall.

You push me,
but I refuse to stay down.

You want to see me broken,
but I refuse to give you the satisfaction.

Thank you for the warmth of the sun against my skin in summer.

Thank you for the leaves that fall in autumn.

Thank you for the fluffy snow that covers the ground in winter.

Thank you for the flowers that bloom in spring.

In the depths of winter,

in such dry weather,

I go out to get wood,

the cold biting my skin.

I wear gloves to prevent splinter 

made of fine, durable, and tough leather,

I do not understand how some people choose to live in ignorance of the world around them

Ignorance is not bliss

It is deciding that you do not care to know about the struggles of others