I stood throughout the seasons,
waiting to be changed

Flowers bloomed at my feet,

their petals brushing against my calves,
but I grew no roots

The sun reached down

and pet my hair
with calloused hands
that did not set me ablaze

I watched the wind dance

to no particular rhythm
Other spectators were moved,
swaying along happily;
I could not budge

The harshest winter yet

found my post
Without hesitation,
its talons ripped my chest apart

My soul dripped onto the snow,

staining the blanket,
bidding me a soft goodbye

As skin went numb,

I finally felt warm