A/N: I know poetry is not my style, originally this was a fiction piece... but it worked better as a poem.
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The entire world has turned from shades of yellow, orange, and red
into a drab black and white picture.
I bend to pick up a handful.
The cold matches my heart, yet I do not feel it.
How many times have I looked up into the blue sky and wished
that I could grab some of the colorful cheeriness
and stick it somewhere in my life?
The same is with the snow I've gathered in my hands.
I wish I could keep it, in a jar somewhere, so I can hold it just as I am now,
and pretend I'm white…
The fluffy white is a shade of pure
that I haven't felt in months.
It melts off my skin.
I cherish it in my palm,
urging it to stay.
But it disappears,
dripping onto the frozen ground.
The remains that are clinging to my fingers
soon turn into steam in the cold January air.
And it's gone.
A yellow orb has risen in the sky since dawn
I've watched it.
It casts an eerie glow over everything.
It is what melts the snow, but I want it to stay.
My hands stay cupped
I look up at the glaring sun.
How many times have I wished I could reach up
and gather sunshine in my fingers?
so I can splash it onto my heart
and melt the sheet of ice that has covered it since the summer
How can the warmth of the sun turn the snow into water
but yet my heart stays frozen?