We Can Build A Snowman And Pretend

The victim

Fear descends like snowflakes
In the midst of the snowman’s dream.
Choking back tears, he surrenders
As the fire and flame leap from hope’s embrace.
Melting away his hardened exterior
As all the years of pain and insecurity wash away.

What remains, nude and slightly shaken
Is the part no one sees, and no one knows.
Hopes and dreams, which were held for ransom
By the thief of “I Can’t.”


Grace dispatched, grace believed.
Grace abounded, grace received.
Archangels and sunbeams adorn the new soul
To escort him through the familiar world
With new eyes.


[Poem #16 of 30.  Image by Arenamontanus via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]

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