Poem: Celsius – 24/01/21

The heat takes to me as a tingle on my skin, 
raised endorphins still allow the stinging in, 
I feel faint, 
this warmth I hate, 
others are grateful, 
the cool change I await. 

Sweat begins to pool at the small of my back, 
the nape of my neck, 
I struggle, 
looking for relief, 
won’t the singeing rays abate?
Temperamental, hissing under my breath, 
I await, I await, the cool change yet. 

Some glorify this heat, 
dancing in its smiles and welcoming arms, 
but I am grumpy, dehydrated, 
sulking, 
this heatwave, 
it is unwanted,
won’t its ferocity become placid?

Perhaps I should be gracious and accept each passing moment,
to practice gratitude and be thankful because
life’s for living, 
and complaining simply isn’t worth it.

Despite my discomfort, 
despite my dismay, 
I throw my arms to the heavens and thank God for this day. 

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