Brialee Turner

Untouched with no holes,
Nothing to taint or hurt,
True freedoms found in the snow.

I fall back, trusting that the delicate,
And frozen structures of millions
Of water particles will hold me.

I am surrounded by silence,
The only other living soul
Who is yards away catches my
Heart and I start wondering.

So beautiful, and yet will never be mine.

“Are you my angel?” I ask with a timid,
Yet very brave heart.

“No,” she replies.
“I cannot save you from the pain.”

“And so it is,” I wonder.
“I must be the one who decides
What heaven is,
My wings must be my own
If I truly want to fly.”