Summer's Respite

In the fiery grip of day, where shadows fray,

I wander, lost in the heat's disarray.

The world is bathed in relentless fire,

Each breath a chore, a struggle dire.

Humidity clings, an unwanted friend,

In this realm where endurance must contend.

People laugh behind glass walls,

Oblivious to the struggle that enthralls.

But I find solace in a place I know,

A haven where cool air does flow.

The blessed chill of air-conditioning greets,

As my weary soul retreats.

In this dance with the heat and strife,

I walk, a testament to my struggle rife.

For every stagger, every slurred line,

I seek the strength to let my smile shine.