Winter came by midday
I was left behind
Searching for hints of sun in grey skies
Nostalgia for sunshine and summers gone by
Soft scoop dripping
A race between my tongue and the concrete below
Savouring the stubborn sweet
And subsequent sticky fingers
Sun streaming through windows without hesitation
I oblige because I know we don't have forever
The pandemic left me bereft
But sunlight touching skin makes pain less consuming
Loss less bite
Grief less sting
Amidst all this
I've been left with a handful of stems and petals
Passion flowers still bloom
Green creeps up garden walls
Fruits still fall
Tanisha is a mental health nurse, she delivers therapy and also teaches about diversity and difference. Tanisha writes poems about mental health, race, sexuality and body image. You can find more on Instagram @blacksugarising.
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