Ask Me How It Feels

Snowman ⛄

Here I stand in this great expanse,

I feel I'm at a loss.

Deep inside I feel bewildered,

Waiting in the frost.

I have a hat and two brittle stick arms,

But there is something wrong.

I feel I'm lacking something,

That really does belong.

I'm deprived of features,

That make me self assured.

I hope that doesn't last too long,

That I am one day cured.

I want a way to see and smile,

A carrot for a nose.

So I can rest here gleefully,

Grinning as it snows.

But NO, I feel the wet rain falling,

The suns rays bursting through.

I fear that I may leave before

I say good-bye to you.

This frigid day was way too short,

I haven't had much fun.

Too bad I'm slowly leaving town,

The Sun's warm rays have won.

What is this sudden warmth I feel,

This water on my face?

Perhaps I'm not created right,

This just wasn't my place.

The ground is drawing nearer now,

I'll leave without a sound.

Until I'm just a puddle,

Absorbed into the ground.

But NO! I feel my self arising,

My puddle floating high.

I just keep going, going, going,

I feel like I can fly.

I feel the air around me swirling,

I'm airy as can be.

It feels so good to move around

And finally,

I'm free ❄