SNOWSTORM
Lost in the snowstorm of memories,
I wander through the blinding white,
Each flake a fragment of the past,
That sparkles in the fading light.
But in this storm, I am not alone,
For each memory brings a face to mind,
And though the snow may freeze my bones,
The warmth of love is hard to find.
And so I press on through the storm,
Guided by the light of those I've known,
Until at last, the blizzard dies,
And I find my way back home.
