As the snow falls
others gawk at the beauty of the great white flakes,
clouding the sky in a haze of flurries.
They marvel at the frosted tips of tree branches,
and dance in the piles of powder
with an newfound spring of adolescent joy in
their step.

Although I find the scene beautiful,
I cannot feel the sun,
and that is sad.

I long for it's warmth to melt the
frost encasing me in this trance.
I hope that a new day will come where I feel
capable, motivated, and whole once again.

But as the snow falls overnight,
Inch upon inch of wet, heavy flakes
cover my body,
accumulating until I wake in the morning,
tasked with digging myself out
and starting the long trek into the daily storm.