She's Not a Snowflake

what is it you love
to be love or to love him
you gave it a chance
the only choice to go all in

you are not a snowflake
only a beating heart
a garden
wet hair, chilled bones
beautiful in any storm

underwater you swim
muted, quiet for dreams
under a stage in darkness
while the crowd screams

your roots so deep
enough to withstand life
that is your strength
aware of so many things
unsure what it means

a hang-over of sorrow
an empty heart, filled again
something beautiful misplaced
betrayed by a friend

how can i start the music
for you, something special
but i’m so weak
unworthy of your past
afraid to pierce your skin

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on October 13, 2018:

Thank you Shannon and Amy for your kind words!

Shannon Henry from Texas on October 11, 2018:

Very sweet, but also melancholy.

Amy DeMarco from Chicago on October 11, 2018:

This poem is beautiful.