The snow drifts,
floats,
soars from the sky.
Creates
piles,
puddles,
massive collections of snow.
My thoughts,
they’re bursting at the seams.
Running, sprinting
a million miles
a minute.
So many things
to think about,
so little time
in a day.
So many decisions,
choices,
sacrifices to make.
Isn’t there a way
to let it all float away?
Drift, fly, skim
the streets
in search of peace.
The only thing
in my way
is the pile of snow,
blocking my window.
If I could only
look out the window...
See the world
through rose-colored glasses,
find that inner acceptance.
Thoughts soaring
high into the air,
above the snowflakes,
above the birds
who are utterly confused
by the weather change.
Above the world,
above the choices,
decisions that reach out
and touch your bright, shiny
golden future.
Ideas sinking below
the piles of tears
from the heights of heaven.
If there was a place of holy ness,
why not here?
Why not set up shop down here?
Stop the dreaming
of a better life,
a white and gold afterlife.
Let the snow fall,
trembling and frightened,
cold and filled with sorrow.
Forming mounds
of frozen depression.
Thoughts are light,
like a crafted snowflake,
but they are heavy.
They shake your soul,
wide away from a dream.
Scream into the night,
make your bones shiver
and your house shutter.
Pitter-pat on your window
in the early hours of the morning.
Keep you up at night,
listening,
waiting for a sign.
Will it ever come?
That sign of hope?
A glisten of encouragement
from the heights of paradise?
Snow condemns the thoughts
in a cold prison of white,
allows the mind to shiver
with fear at it’s potential.
The snow piles up,
the thoughts bury down.
Snow deeper than thoughts.
What a concept,
such light ideas being
crushed
by such a faint, harmless
form of water.
Tears,
waterfalls
all frozen and formed
in small, innocent piles.
Collection of thoughts
so deep in concentration,
the snow will always win.
Nature always wins.
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Offically half way through! I gotta tell ya, this isn't as easy as it looks. Especially when you're juggling everything else, finding time to write a poem seems impossible. But, it's all good 'cause I'm halfway up the hill.
Feedback is HIGHLY appreciated, I wanna know what you guys think! All you silent readers out there, please speak up. Even if you didn't like the poem, I'd love to hear what's running through all your brilliant heads! I won't get too offended, promise :)
Alrighty, well hopefully I'll be more persistant with my posting on the right date. But, for now, I love you guys :)
