Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A single flake of snow


Author's Note : This is just a poem I wrote for a journal. It talks about a snowflake, and about how no two are alike. But I meant for it to have a deeper meaning as well. 

A single snowflake falls from the blanketed sky
A single flake, its own being, unique
Falling softly toward the ground
To meet its brothers 

A frozen raindrop, crystallized by 
The icy breath of winter
Feathery crystals all around it
But for the moment, it is alone

A crystalline flake of snow
Looking like fairy dust sprinkling the ground
with magical power
This cold dust warms people's hearts

How ironic

A single snowflake, once separated from its friends
family, now rejoins and rejoices
But for a single moment
It is sad

For that small time in the sky, free floating
It was special, unique
Nobody else was like them 
And now that shape is lost in the crowd

Unless

Unless a hand reaches out to that flake
Catches it in their gloved palm
Cold enough to keep its shape
The flake is still unique

But perhaps

Perhaps that fate is not better
Because although they are kept individual
Eventually the hand will get tired of the flake
and it has a choice

The hand can choose the fate of the flake
It can decide to bring it inside
where it will melt into a raindrop once more
Or they can let it go

Rejoining the crowd 

But the hand has another choice
To crush the flake
to break its precious arms
crush the only thing it has

Which is better?

Which fate is better
Being crushed by a hand that once admired you
Or to be forgotten by the past
swallowed up by the crowd

Until Spring
Where it will all melt away

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