When will the white snow come?
I am slowly growing impatient.
Never took this long for snow to come.
Trying to stay hopeful,
Even when it will rain for many more days. Will
rain eventually turn to snow?
Friends are so hard to find. My
running is not the best.
I am gaining weight.
Everyone knows me:
Not a good writer. But
“Don’t get angry,” I tell myself.
“Sometimes you just have to deal with it.”
Seeing comrades fall
And knowing what to do:
Realizing you can make a difference.
Instinctively rising with new courage.
Fighting back so your comrades can escape. Now stumbling
In pain, you still keep going,
Calmly charging the enemy again and again.
Everyone escapes, but you remain fighting.