By Reena Desia
A poem encouraging you to talk through those January blues. Open the door when someone knocks or knock on someone’s door yourself. However hard it seems that chat, hug, tea can make it all so much lighter.
It is a hard thing
To close is easier
But to be closed is more difficult
To be closed off is to be alone
Being alone on the dark days is what you want
But it is not what you need.
The duvet covering my face
Lunch at desk
Rain trickling down the pane
Quad a foggy blur of ivy dripping down the walls
I trickle and drip too
Like an icicle slowly withering away.
Knock at door
The ice stops melting
It dangles hard, sharp
It could drop again at any minute
But that friend can hold it upright.
Just one friend.
Sometimes that is all you need.