Five minutes left of class...
One of my class mates jump up and open the blinds.
"I swear every year it's like you guys have never seen snow in your life." My teacher blurts out along with a chuckle.
For the rest of class I can't help but stare out of the window, watching the little balls of white fall from the sky.
When the bell rings I jump up and quickly pack my books and lap top into my bag. My friends beside me and the table in front of me laughing. My teacher was right I was acting exactly like I've never seen snow.
Once I get down the stairs to the lower lobby of the school I fly out the doors with nothing but a thought of magical snow and nothing else.
My friends trickle behind me.
There faces held the most disgusted look,
where I had no care in the world.
Regarding the no care part I lay on the ground, arms and legs spread apart, taking in the beautiful scenery.
Other people walking past me and laugh.
When I sit up I have a better view of everything,
The sky looked so magical,
like fairy dust and balls of fluff were being sprinkled from the clouds.
In that moment I felt like life was going to be good again, and that things will work out.
That shimmery dust falling among the balls of snow was my miracle.
The snow had the most beautiful falling pattern, it swayed in the air coming to such a slow stop before hitting the ground.
I would let out my hand, as high as my arm could go. Fighting the cold gust of a winter breeze hitting me.
Snowflakes pile on my hand. Every single one is shaped completely different from one another. You can see the crystals and the way they were formed.
It takes no time for them to melt at the touch of warm flesh.
The first snow fall is the start to something good again, It's a sign of some peace and quiet.
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My Beautiful Ending
PoetryInvolves poetry through everything in between the , Beautiful beginning, the rocky middle and the Beautiful ending of me. Warning! These may be triggering to some people as they do talk about trauma, depression, and many other things!
