the bleak january night
wasn't doing it for me
stepping out into the cold
usually calms me down
but the fury swirling in
pools of fiery flurries
didn't allow me to lose myself
in the wintry breeze
i'm not one to beg, usually
but that night i did
i looked up at the red clouds,
thick blankets hiding the moon
and asked for a sign to
keep holding on
on the 24th of that first month,
of what'll be my shortest year yet,
a single snowflake fluttered
from the swirling sky above
and a breath that hurt to release
accompanied a meek "thanks"
as the snowflake melted my hurt away
