Snowflakes in Spring

me

Suddenly
I am young again
Asked against all odds
To begin again

Me

The embodiment
Of insecurity

But if only I would stand up
I wouldn't be

I'm still young
Even now
But not as young
As I once was

Not as
As the characters
In my favorite book
With a perfect hook

I'm still
An artist
One that the neighbors call odd
And whisper about
From their perches
Sitting on porches

I'm all imperfected lines
And symmetry
That isn't quite right

I'm someone
Who is set in their ways
But hasn't even reached
Twenty-eight

Someone who loves everyone
And rainy days
With a sunny glaze

Someone
Who will never believe
In fate

And appreciates
An awkward first date