Awaken the snow

One year ago this winter, I survived.  
We had much in common, the cold and I,  
blocking out the sun, bare and exposed;  
like the earth, I could not grow.  
 
My heart was fragile as I slept  
and the sun no longer shone.  
I slipped away with every breath  
And felt the past spread through my bones.  
 
This year, quiet saddness falls with snow.  
I feel the sting of every somber flake.  
And when my tears have turned to frost,  
I will name them beautiful.
 
I will be awake.

(Artwork by: Kasai)