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The biting cold extemporaneously 

leaps a yearning for warmth from my bitter heart 

I’m too proud to beg 

too conventional to seek 

Too pragmatic to pray 

too downtrodden to hope 

idealism is a fool’s game

for the fool-hardy 

The only bravery that extends 

is borne of immovable stubbornness 

to see it other that exactly as it is 

but I have not enough lenses 

too human and given to folly

and this my undoing

a dire need

to be right

in a world that perceives 

a different wrong 

some sign

of “I told you so…”

and you, wrapped back up in my arms;

a blanket of warmth.