Life Isn’t For Sissies
1 min readJan 23
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Snow falls, gently all around me, Henley, on the radio.
The lyric ponders more than peace, delivers longing, to go home.
But home is not a place I am familiar with these days.
I don’t recognize the content; I don’t recognize my face.
The one staring, blankly at me, from the mirror in my room.