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The sun in late January
Sparkling on the snow
It’s brighter than July

Run to the park
Down the hill
Up the hill
Home again

Anxiety looks like a spider
Drenched in black ink
Flailing against the wall

I leave it behind
In labored breath
In muscles straining
The room gets wide
It’s just a little spider

Until the walls close in
Its legs twitch, crick, stain the floor
And I search for sun again

With Love,

Natalie