I can feel the snow falling within me.
In great white flakes of peace
There is a blizzard behind the façade of gentility
Who can know that it is there, except the one
That holds the small, crystallized ice chips
Within their hand
To watch them melt.
Then comes the realization that it is slowly
Making the pain disappear into numbness
Hold onto your small ice chips, child
You will cry when they are gone
Is it because they are no longer there?
Or pain’s unmerciful return to consciousness?
Is there something else within you
That cries for the ice itself
Melting from your frozen heart?
It’s only fear, child…mere fear of the blizzard ahead
But do not let it overcome you, my dear
Keep the fire burning bright within your heart
Only then will you see
It is worth the cold and pain
Just to learn to appreciate warmth
And the joys of watching the snow fall
From somewhere safely sheltered