The snow fell like salt,
seasoning the world with the wishes made by those who still believe in wishes
I looked up at the tiny slice of sky visible from my chair
not knowing why or what my heart wanted to say
paralyzed by the indescribable
I anticipated the new to makes all things new
and not merely replace one misery for another
no wishes whispered,
but desires scribbled on a lined piece of paper
memorializing my grand gesture of hope
that good things come to those who fight for them.
The snow stopped falling
But I still felt ice cold in my prison of theories and calculated logic.
The struggle to keep hope fresh is so clear in this piece. Very nicely done.
Thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say. It makes me very happy to know somebody out there got it!