If I were destined to be cold,
I pray that warmth
would be as gentle
as hugging a snowman,
otherwise I would steam,
dissolve.
Yet in that dissolving,
I would rise with the clouds
and become rain.
Oh, if I were destined to be cold,
take from me the heat
that loves too deeply,
the tenderness that longs to be returned,
for in that same warmth
I would melt again.
But even in melting,
I would not be lost.
I would seep into the earth,
quiet and unseen,
and make flowers grow.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
If I were destined to be cold,
I pray that warmth
would be as gentle
as hugging a snowman,
otherwise I would steam,
dissolve.
Yet in that dissolving,
I would rise with the clouds
and become rain.
Oh, if I were destined to be cold,
take from me the heat
that loves too deeply,
the tenderness that longs to be returned,
for in that same warmth
I would melt again.
But even in melting,
I would not be lost.
I would seep into the earth,
quiet and unseen,
and make flowers grow.
