The Warm Snow

January 19, 2012
By MeKare_Waite BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
MeKare_Waite BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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My homes heat fuels my body,
Like the heat of molten lava.
The cold snow cools me off
It’s not as cold as it’s been before
My soul is freezing.

I step out onto the icy porch
Snow floating down across it,
Like a dancer across the stage
The cool penetrates my heated core hissing and steaming.
My body is like the Earths molten center,
I steam and freeze slowly, gracefully, and swiftly.
My soul’s frozen

My soul’s frozen,
Frozen to the ground,
Myself no longer around,
I drift down,
Like a leaf off a tree,
My body’s now limp,
Limp as a pasta noodle.

Why has the snow frozen my once liquid core?
I’ll never be warm again
The sun comes out melting my now frozen core,
My once frozen core
Now melted and bubbling again like lava,
I’m light,
I’m warm.
My soul is no longer freezing.


The author's comments:
I wrote this with the idea that everyone can be warm and bubbly but when it's taken away from you by others who are ice cold you to can turn out to be like them, but if you ignore them you can go back or continue on to be who you are.

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