Like a glass of cold
water washing down your throat,
that breath of relief.
A Christmas present
molded to what you wished for
yet to be unboxed.
Juggling promises
making them fit together
despite their conflicts.
The dark before dawn
devouring all vision and
depriving of hope.
Momentary joy
a reprieve before the storm,
the receding tides.
NaPoWrimo April 18 prompt, a poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered; based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.”
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