March 21, 2017
By noellekarberg BRONZE, Cambridge, Massachusetts
noellekarberg BRONZE, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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When ice and snow and blizzards
The world likes to hide
Its walls and do not think
About what’s gonna be

The sharp and paralyzing
And clouds, all dark, so pigeon gray
Build up the walls that hide from us
What we need to see

But when we get a peek behind
Those walls

We recognize 
The work,
The problems,
   The ideas
   All piled up
With dustiness
On top

And then we know that it’s too late
To look away
Or go back into hiding
The piles haunt us all the way through
Christmas Time
Over to New Year’s

New means even, time is there
So sun melts away what hid the truth
And blossoming ideas flow
From the ground, once hard and stiff
The flowers loosen tensions
The problems float away with puddles

When the sun arrives
It makes us free

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