That was left for me to retrieve,
The food that we would eat on that very night,
Something occurred to me.
With the cold just making it past my layers,
And the anger seeping out the other way,
And my eyes sifting through the carapaces of the women,
Not noticing me that day.
What is life, but just the determination,
To not let life ruin what you could feel,
If you could feel without the intrusion of the things,
That happens in life to make it feel real?
And it's alright,
I took the food home and it wasn't that great,
But by the end the anger had found it's place,
Among the many gifts I've received from fate.
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