Winter

The winter snow is soft
And yet can be so brutal
It reflects his heart
His feelings and insecurities
It's all there
Or how he feels
Deep down inside himself

The winter ice
Cutting and dicing
Breaking at the skin
The heart left badly scared
Nothing good
Always bad
This thing nobody wants

And yet like the soft snow
A blanket of frost over life
Waiting to break
To push forth so green
He waits
He waits so long
To come into his own self

The biting winter tongue
Can still be soft and gentle
A beauty that's there
So hard to grasp
So hard to understand
So fleeting
The fear it will be gone

And yet there is still hope
That the green will protrude
That it will grow to more
To something mature
Representing
The hope
As well as the future