Overcoat

 

Jackets are for cold days, 

like when

the snowflakes fall so delicately

That they pierce the skin on your cheeks

or when you’re craving a warmth, or solution

to a problem you’ve had for weeks

 

It’s tiresome, but you try

And if it’s indirectly said, 

it’ll be your turn to cry

But jackets are for bitter days

and when the frostbite from your fingers 

begins to reach your heart,

You’re going to reminisce and wish 

that you were a little earlier to start

And when all the snow falls, 

you’ll be sorry to even argue

with the environment that turned blue

Because in truth, 

that jacket always stays with you

 

Jackets are for all days

like when

the snow-children you built just melted

and made you turn all dry

or when you’ve lost your footprints in the snow, 

and now you’re standing there, 

pacing, wondering,

“Why?”

 

It’s all you’ve ever known, 

but Jackets trap the warmth too

So be careful not to overheat

Or it’ll simply overcome you

​

Charlotte Chung