Snowflake Statistics*
One on top of the other, they pile outside, endlessly.
Creating a huge, overwhelming blanket of snow. Just like everything else in
this world. It’s no wonder more people do it this time of year.
I’m on the train, looking at these people, these things. They don’t even know, they don’t know anything. They’re
all consumed with themselves, it’s a wonder they remember to breathe.
The doctors are always
asking me questions, asking me to explain things. But I can’t explain if they
don’t already know.
A few days ago I went outside at 2 in the morning in my underwear
and lay in the snow. Tears were running down my face but I was laughing too.
Why am I so weak?
I’m doomed forever to wearing long sleeves, pants; to hide
them. They’re everywhere; arms, stomach, hips, thighs. I was being stupid, I
went too deep.
They give me meds. But at some point they stop making a
difference. Have you been taking your meds? Of course. But now it’s just like pouring
a ton of salt on trillions of snowflakes, it won’t work.
The suicide rate increases this time of year. So I’m just
another statistic. It’s all I’ve ever been, and it’s all I’ll ever be…a
statistic.
It’s sort of funny. The one thing in my life I can control
is the end.
I’m just one snowflake laying on the face of the earth. And
what’s one less snowflake?
*For Jules
*For Jules
Thanks guys.
Gianna
Gianna
Wow! That was amazing! Essentially the opposite I expected you to write about. It's so much emotion, packed so simply into those words. I've never seen any people write like that before. All I can hope is that you are wrong. That those people are not just infinitesimally small specks. And that we can reach out to them.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Danni. That was breathtaking! You'd expect everyone to write lighthearted poems about white snow and the joy of winter, and you really brought a new perspective to light. Fantastic. Simply fantastic. Thank you for writing!
ReplyDeleteIf everyone is just one snowflake, aren't we all equally important parts of the big picture, the beautiful blanket of white?
I'm starting to think you and Emily are professional poets.
ReplyDeleteThis was a really great poem, and I love how it's more of a story than anything. Just the emotion overall, and the fact that you wrote about something that's (unfortunately) a really common problem. Snowflakes are a great way to symbolize the insignificance we all feel, compared to how big everything/everyone else is.
So yeah, you should keep writing poems/stories. This was really, really good. (:
I didn't know a poem about snowflakes could be so deep...I'm amazed at how good that was. "The suicide rate increases this time of year. So I’m just another statistic. It’s all I’ve ever been, and it’s all I’ll ever be…a statistic." I never have heard that statistic before but it is such an interesting aspect of wintertime that I guess you don't think about. W-o-w, good job.
ReplyDelete"One on top of the other, they pile outside, endlessly. Creating a huge, overwhelming blanket of snow. Just like everything else in this world. It’s no wonder more people do it this time of year." This was just amazing, I loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is probably one of my favorite poems in the class. The descriptions make something as simple as snowflakes go much deeper. Very nice poem!
ReplyDeletethis is my favorite ohmygoddd
ReplyDeletei very much liked the end, i felt it almost as a commentary on my life.
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