The lion inside me
roars mute, quiet to
the outside world
A victim of my
misplaced sun sign,
born perhaps a month too late
A victim of my
constant craving for
warmer weather
Summer in the city
feels foreign
hot pavement aches underfoot
I long to be
beside the lake,
feet dangling
Sweat melting all
signs of sunscreen,
hearing your car
Drive up the road
butterflies everywhere
including my stomach
It’s been a long year
long road, from
childhood to now
Where I still fit
on your lap
in your heart
At least for now
until we leave
summer vacation
Spent, like the last
few dollars
in my wallet.
We don’t fit
in places with
hot pavement
I roar up north
rip my clothes off
during a thunderstorm
Let loose that lion
that privilege of my birth
for you to hear the roar
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Hey Sweetie, I was so pleased to see you posted a poem. Cyber space is a warmer place now. Especially this poem. Makes me long for grass and sunshine.
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