To Me (Poetry collection)

Snowball

As humans, we are like snowballs.

Not in size, shape or colour

But both of us will break.

With just a flutter.

We will be left as dust of our former glory blown away in the wind.

Like a leaf on the side of a highway when a car goes by, we will be left weak, and soft.

But it is never the things that we see coming that hurt the most. It is the things we don't anticipate,

Like the small child creeping across the feild towards another child's snow bolder.

By the time the child is there it is too late to save the bolder. The surprise attack will either break the bolder or leave it wounded.

And the child leaves like nothing happened.

But like the snowball it is the things you don't see coming that hurt.

Like when my grandfather died,

I did cry,

But it could have been Worse,

It could have been unexpected or God forbid, one of my friends. It would have hurt so bad because it was so unexpected that,

I would have had to curled up in my room and put on my cap, it would read: depressed. Or "I'm thinking of where I went wrong"

That would hurt like the first time you got a needle.

The attempts to escape the pain would be feeble.

You'll slowly blow away like the snow in the open feild under the raging winds of life.

But when you are nothing but a pile of scattered snow there is still a hope.

Because you just need to hope and belive that He will see you,

Broken, blown to millions of pieces.

And that he will take what is left of you and role you around the feild.

Untill you are bigger, and stronger,

Then you were before.

And you will see that with Him, you will never again be kicked to bits by the unexpected things.

That with Him, you will be whole.

Free.