I’ve no one to blameI supposebut myself.Isn’t that what they say?It’s my fault.I made the choicesI face the consequences. So this is how it goesI choose not to reach outbecause my hand wassummarily ignoredslapped awayand shushed.Weariness won, so Iretracted my hand. So this is how it goespieces of my life swirlinglike snow dusteach different, uniqueeach ...

“Congratulations” Says everyone else in my life. You say: “Are you sure you’re qualified?” instead. I assure you: I’m enough.

Snowflakes big as coins soggy, sullen, sorrowful Tulips will soon bloom.