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The Weather Within Me

I woke up at 6
Hoping to catch the sun;
I caught a cold instead.
I’m now sipping lemon coffee,
It is 8 am, and I’m thinking…
My heart, most times
Changes like the weather—
I could wake up ice cold
Or sunny as midday summer…
Sometimes, it is calm, peaceful;
Sometimes, it is dark, uncanny
And other times…
It is just… quiet.

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Benie Langat

Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.

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