One day I shall see a snowflake
and identify with its purity

One day I shall smell a candle
and let it fully fill my lungs

One day I shall listen to the rain
and feel it pouring down my soul

One day I shall sip my tea
and enjoy every gulp of it

One day I shall watch the stars
and see myself running with them

One day I shall look in the mirror
and recognise a beauty previously covert

One day I shall inhale deeply
and exhale as if for the last time

One day I shall close my eyes
happy with the person I've become

One day I'll love myself
just as much as I deserve to

One day.

The wind has come back,
But I am vicariously feeling
Her whipping frustration.

A silently steady stream
Gusts her vile words
Into my whimpering ears.

I wish her hidden hands
Still held that feathered touch,
The likes of which held solace.

But now she bears her talons,
And is the striking hawk,
Aiming to blow my world over.

This was not a normal day.
Thus far, I have only reached a limit of..
12 yards from my house.
He was on the tree.
But he looked different.
I knew he loved colours,
But this colour had been the most important colour of all the ones he turned each week. He had not turned this colour yet.
He was purple.
This resembled his ambition, his wisdom, and his creativity.
This colour was his own.
He was not going to change.
This was going to be his colour forever.
I knew he would find himself.
The purple cardinal