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Life is

 Life is, but snow.

Crumbling down
as you try to hold on
firm in fistfuls.
And I stare out of my window
with blurry eyes
shortening breaths,
as if it were winter days
of Iowa City.
The sun shining upon the snow
a blazing white light
blinding when it hits the eyes
I wish everything
came to a standstill
like the white frosting on trees
I wish the struggle were over
One day
Today
at mid-noon?
in the evening?
Life moves forth
Time passes by
Pain remains
Stubborn.
Resilient.
I have to shovel
the heaviness in my heart
I have to dissolve the knots
in the pits of my stomach.
Please, God, give me the strength
to be able to breathe
in the next moment.

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