Hot tears on my cold face
Freezing in their tracks
Shuddering breaths of icy air
Exhaled clouds of mist

Snow sits on my chilled skin
Turning my freckles white
Frosted blades of grass
Poke against the soles of my bare feet

Alone in the blizzard
Alone in the storm
A solitary figure on the hill
That is me

Between a gap in the clouds
The sun shines
And warms my shell
And turns my snow into rain

I see the hand that parted the clouds
And the hand belongs to you
Now I am...

No longer
Alone
Cold
Sad

Just...
Happy