My Mental Snowglobe

We protect ourselves from the outside

and for what?

To escape the cold,

the pain,

the fear?

 

But that does nothing to heal us.

The snow is pounding, the rain is pouring

and we hide:

cozy,

unbothered.

 

But give us a moment,

a second to realize

that a sheltered life,

a sheltered home,

does not protect from growth,

from inner pain,

inner demons.

 

Wouldn't it just be safer,

helpful even,

to step out?

 

So go:

embrace the cold,

smile into the sleet.

Open you rmouth and let the snow grace your tongue

because feeling it,

because growth,

is better than nothing at all.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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