It is, what it is.

I grew up in the desert, where heat wasn’t something to escape—it was something you endured. It became a part of life, ever-present and unrelenting. You didn’t waste energy wishing it away. You just kept going.

That mindset stuck with me. I wrote this haiku thinking about those blistering days and how they mirror the emotional heat we often face in life. There are moments—setbacks, disappointments, hardships—where it feels like you’re standing in the middle of a scorching desert with no shade in sight. But just like those summer days, sometimes the only thing to do is acknowledge it’s hard… and keep moving anyway.

I'd love to know: what does this poem say to you?