Snow Inspired Poem...

Prison In The Sky

"It's really beautiful here."

The room is slightly chilled,

But the bed is warm.

"The sun is coming up now."

No rest for the weary, I suppose.

Or those who have much on their mind.

"I can see light snow falling."

The window blinds are parted, just a bit.

And I can see the flakes of white flutter down from the sky.

"It's extremely cold out there."

There is little wind.

And sometimes that's what makes it that much colder.

"Brr..."

A draft passes through a faulty seal on the window.

And the frosty air chills to the bone.

"It seems so lonely out there."

No cars, No people, No sound.

Just grey and white.

"Layers and layers of white."

And up above, the sky is a grey fog.

I seem to lose myself in that sky.

"That sky could swallow my soul."

If only I were to stare at it too long.

But my eyes follow the snow.

"Such beauty in those sad frozen crystals."

Why do they look so sad?

Is it because none are the same?

"They are so alone."

What are they running from?

Could it be that menacing prison in the sky that they fear?

"Is it fear that makes them so cold to the touch?"

Is it fear that causes them to break away from the sky,

And fall and fall and fall?

"Until they reach the ground."

And that's where their journey ends.

But though the journey was lonely,

"They are not alone now."

No no no. Now they have the solace of each other.

And each of them share the pain of that prison in the sky.

"And upon that ground they cling to each other."

To us it must seem they have reached the end. 

Rock bottom, end of the line, last stop everybody off.

"But they started in the sky."

And that was their base, that was their bottom.

And upon our soil is their sky.

"Now they look up and see what we do everyday."

The birds, the trees, the stars, even our moon. 

It all looks different to them now.

"A fresh perspective, perhaps."

And it seems, that with a new perspective comes change.

Just as with the passing of time, comes the next season.

"And soon it will be spring."

And with spring, those cold, fearful, flakes of ice will warm.

Melting into the earth, to meld with the twisting roots of fate.

"And new life will bloom because of them."

And suddenly their lonely existence they had up until then

Becomes completely worth the pain.

"They become a part of something bigger."

And isn't that the point?

To make a positive difference in a world with very little hope.

"Change. It's bigger than all of us combined."

And whether we cause it, or fight against it,

It makes little difference, because in the end...

"We are all like falling snowflakes."

Adena Lynn Reinemann

2/5/13