you don't know the times
I bled out onto the page,
wrestling with my demons,
regretting my inner rage.

you don't know how I fought
to stand here and say this tonight.
just please honor my sacrifice
for freedom, for my life.

The flame flickers and licks at the darkness.  It inspires me.  If such a little light can shine through the darkness, then why can't I?  If such a little flame is able to overcome such a powerful thing, then I should be able to, also.  Sometimes I can't though, and I become discouraged.  But I then look at the little flame that still shines on.  It gives me strength, it gives me courage.  This little flame keeps me from giving up.  It's the only reason I am still alive.

The snow, falling from the heavens as gracefully as butterflies in the spring,
dusts the trees, the grass, the bushes
the snowflakes are like flower petals, delicate yet beautiful
each unique in their own special way, not one alike
swirling down, landing on my nose, eyelashes, lips
I twirl in the powdered sugar, the world disappearing around me
I pick up a handful of perfect, glistening white snow, and pack it into a ball
I take a bite, and the cold feels tingly on my toungue
winter is finally here.

the sound of rain enchants my soul
the smell of spring
the sound of rain drumming against my window
the sweet smell of flower buds
being drenched by the subtle downpour

i can't resist.

i run outside
i dance like it was my only chance to stay alive
i feel the cool drops against my face
i am showered by the sweet smell of the rain