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One of those Days

a poem by Mary Weingartener

Grey

like the rolling clouds and ominous fog that surrounded

the old ramshackle barn as I walked to class and started my day.

Fractured

A whole, well-maintained picture to an outsider, but slightly

amiss to those who are curious enough to dare take a second look.

Cold

as the old stone layered exterior

deterring others from getting too close.

Isolated

like the stand-alone building,

not comparable to others, for I know my own worth.

Surrounded

Like the trees to the barn,

never a moment alone.

Aged

Much as the broken siding and crumbling foundation,

a small piece of me breaks a little more every day.

Silent

like the wind blowing swiftly around each new obstacle along its path

taking note of those who have walked the journey beside me, unforgivingly.

Hopeful

when the sun slowly rises, shedding light across the darkness of the woods

that tomorrow will not be

One of those days.

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