Snowflake in a Blizzard by Todd Matson

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Snowflake in a Blizzard

You feel like

nothing more than

a snowflake in a blizzard?

When strangers like snowflakes

accumulate, lose their individuality in icy

wintry crowds, shopping sprees become blizzards

of greed, faceless consumers flurry into swirling mobs to form

inhumane snowdrifts blocking the flow of foot traffic

and you have been left to face hypothermia

all alone as if stranded on a glacier

in a frigid arctic wasteland;

when tiny ice cycles hang

from your eyelashes, tears freeze

on your face like miniature waterfalls and

your breath crystalizes and vanishes as if it never

was, and your skin flirts with frostbite as pain signals spin

their wheels on ice and nerves become numb and

you long to feel anything, even pain, to

remind you that you are still alive;

remember to look within

where your heart still beats and

your blood still flows at 37 degrees Celsius

through every organ system of your body, where your

brain still crackles at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit with the chemical

and electrical ingredients of life, where every cell of your body makes you

as unique as a snowflake and yet infinitely more valuable, and

where your entire inner being testifies that you were born

of fire from an exploding star that melted everything

in its path to reach this place where once

upon a time, you were born the child

of a star, and beyond happily

ever after, you will ever

be seen, known,

and loved.

 

© Todd Matson

Todd Matson

Todd Matson is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist in North Carolina, United States.  His poetry has been published Salvation South, Agape Review, San Antonio Review, The Brussels Review, and featured in Poetry for Mental Health.  He has also written lyrics for songs recorded by several contemporary Christian music artists.

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