Yuki Yuki

I wasted my life making a snow angel.

Creating something out of my untouched potential.

A pure coat of ambition turned into art.

And now I’m too afraid to rise. Too afraid to risk moving.

Nervous that getting up will destroy all I made and can make.

That pulling myself together will somehow make things worse.

That everything I believe to be beautiful is actually not that good.

So here I lie, unmoved, on top of a mound of snow

Watching the flakes fall, the clouds roam, the sun set, the time pass.

Looking up, Looking out

Knowing all I really need, all I really want

Is a hand to reach out

And help me