Snowman

I remember the fall
Slowly
But falling nonetheless.
Torturously
Begging for a drop
To make it quick.
Scattering every piece of me
Knowing there was no part too alike.'

I remember the hands
Nurturing
That picked me off the ground.
Lovingly
Giving shape
And a purpose
Patting me on the back
And believing I can stand on my own.

I foresee the Sun
Inevitable
Reminding me of limitations
Taunting
But encouraging
Because every day I see it
My smile feels less forced
For I found meaning in the warmth.