Sometimes it takes a bad thing
To realize I'm worthy of light
As winter flowers are.
It's not always malignant flames,
Watching for its turn to swallow.
With daunting change, there's opportunity
To stir through blizzards and emerge
Unrecognized.
The upcoming storms won't subside
And neither will my passage—no.
A weekend of snowfall,
A lifetime of alteration;
Slush feeding those winter flowers.
Signs poking out from frigid distraction
Invite me to see through the icy flakes.
I'm worth much more.
Sometimes it takes a bad thing.