The gift you can't give
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago during a very specific winter.
The Gift You Can’t Give
Oh the smell of the sweet cold air.
The feeling of the coldest warmth of the year.
The sight of the whitest white and the brightest lights.
The burning sensation of hot chocolate warming your hands and throat.
The constant aroma of warm cookies surround your nose as they melt in your mouth.
My favorite time of year.
The ice so thick.
Skating hand by hand
Free like no problems exist.
Those are the moments I can’t wait for.
Whether it’s in years to come or next.
Rushing down those white snow capped mountains.
Cold wind in your face.
Each individual snowflake hitting your body
Representing each problem in life.
The feeling of destroying them in your path down that mountain.
One by one.
You are now indestructible.
The world seems so small on top of that mountain.
Oh how I wish I could stay upon that peak all year round.
Once a year is all we get.
The time to surround yourself with the ones you love.
The presence of family is all you need.
Nothing else compares but that special someone.
The gift you want to give that someone so bad.
The gift that scares you.
The gift that makes your toes curl, your hands clench, and your mind float.
The gift you can’t give is the gift that keeps giving.
The gift that one can only hope for.
The gift that cannot be wrapped.
The gift I fight every day.
That gift is the gift I can’t give.
That gift requires timing.
If only the timing was right.
For now it’s not.
This is the gift that keeps giving.