Windbreaker
I remember that dark blue striped windbreaker.
What a cool name for a jacket.
I thought that jacket would carry me through adolescence.
It could be a protection for all my woes.
It would guide me through all the tough turns and twists.
My first crush, the day I discovered acne...
It was certainly strong enough to fend off insecurity...
Yet when I lost David there was no jacket or creed
or philosophy that would hold me up.
I was just abandoned, I was alone, no comfort...
The wind of sorrow was not broken;
it was too strong to bear.
Windbreakers in blue with stripes do not make the grade,
I needed more, much more...
Joseph James
6/29/14
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