A Flower in the Snow

You were always cold and alone,
Yet spastic,
Like a snowflake fluttering down to earth.
Yet I can still see
The warmth you hold so far back in your eyes.
You are beauty in its’ truest form.
You think you are ugly;
You only fear this because of others unkind words,
You hide behind a façade of coldness
So you’ll be left alone.
You seem to enjoy it;
I know, because I like to watch snow fall.
One day, I saw you standing at the edge of a cliff
And you were smiling (the first time ever, I realized).
You stood there, your arms dangling out
And swaying about
As if this was a dance;
A secret dance for you
(and me).
And suddenly, under the snowy blanket,
I saw flowers,
Beautiful orange ones that swayed just as you did.
Why were they living?
How were they there?
And then I realized:
You are a flower in the snow.
You were forgotten,
Cold, and lonely.
Yet, like all flowers,
You were beautiful
And you were just going to sway
Until spring came to melt your heart.