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)