The day that I was given my great fear,
By being told what no one wants to hear,
I saw outside the window snowflakes falling fast,
In whirling flurries of bright white,
Falling like magic from the great sky.
Seeing such magic, who could fear to die?
Such magic makes mortality seem like a false bad dream.
I watched the snowflakes fall—I, I, I !
I’m here, I’m now, I’m real—yet—
What if I only seem?
Can something seem so real, and yet not be real?
I cannot know.
I only know I saw such beautiful snow,
And that it fell the day my great fear was given me.
I saw the snow fall, saw it frost the world.
The trees and cars and everything had white garments on.
My fear is still here, but now the snow is gone.



--Written by Michael LP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka MLP, aka Mr. Poet
Copyright © 2010 by M.L.P.  All rights reserved