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Winter poem
Winter poem
Broken like a snow flake once it reaches its only goal, to stop falling.
It can never be the same again and falling is inevitable.
Consumed by everything in its reach.
Much like us, it is only a matter of time before we break; falling is inevitable going through life.
Like a fragile sheet of glass, once you break you will never be complete again.
Always feeling like your missing apart of yourself.
You continue trying to fill the cracks with pieces but it is never truly whole again.
You feel lost, weaken, lesser of a person and more like an anomaly.
Just like a snow flake can’t help but fall we can’t help but get back up, while losing a piece of our self each time.
Once a snowflake breaks apart enough it fades into nothing.
How much of one’s self can you lose before you are no longer who you were. T. T |
