Winter Fettered Dreams Lucy B. ’21 A year unlike any other, the complete contrast To the dream of youth we were all told of as kids. Going shopping for the most perfect dresses to wear, Fearlessly roaming new parts of the world As the ever-watching eye of a guardian Becomes removed from our presences. Fantasies of rolled down windows, hair whipping In the wind as our friends fill the seats of new or Hand-me-down cars we now have control over. The walls falling away as we experience life, Growing up, individualizing, and finding passions: A bittersweet, yet beautiful taste on our tongues. Yet the brightened smiles of our remaining years Of youth and adulthood conjoined become Hidden by the cursed blessings of cloth coverings. No longer open to breathe fresh air and instead Trapped in a cycle of breathing our own exhalations. The watchful reaper in our peripheral is a reminder of the cause. Our minds are removed from thoughts of wrapping up And moving out and are replaced with worries for Friends or family who suffer for traits they can’t control. Clamor from those who refuse to accept that people Are different fills our ears, and tear gas burns the eyes Of those brave enough to stand against them.
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