Poem #54: It Will Be Different

It Will Be Different

I keep thinking I am 

In love 

With my dreams, even 

Though I've never swum 

In clear, turquoise waters.

I keep thinking 

It's going to get better--

Spring will be soft and 

Warm again; diamonds will burn 

Like fire on my pale earlobes;

And the bitter, fragrant coffee

I pour will stay hot longer 

in my favorite crimson mug.

I keep thinking 

I will see that

     --though my life

     hasn't been simple

     or easy--

The not knowing 

What it will look like 

Six months from

Now

Is what frightens me most.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem #54: It Will Be Different