New

Hope and light and promise and desire,
All these things burning inside me like cool fire.
Some may say snow makes one become jaded,
I'd have to disagree- sunshine is overrated.

The bitter cold air blows in with a sweet, proud smile,
Like a brand new mother seeing her very first child.
With each handshake and greeting, it all becomes clearer,
The most important I've met can be found in the mirror.

Appearing familiar in some ways more than in others,
But now looking forward, not closing any shudders.
I'm taking a leap, I don't care where I fall,
Cinderella had a few hiccups before making the ball.

But a fairytale this is not and it's not what it is,
Fore it's a story, but really just a prelude to live.
Not a man, not a job, not a home or location,
All that's needed is my new self, my own heart to be stationed.

It's my choice now if the darkness will ever return,
So I focus on the questions that, for me, they still burn.
It was that place I resided that made me so stiff,
Not a state or a city; my own mind the plaintiff.