Memories Of Frost

Steady as I was before,

I have begun faltering now.

I never thought the core could come loose,

Even if it was shaken,

But you managed to do just that

By a mere snicker, by a casual flick of the hand.

I know it wasn't your fault,

Because it was I who didn't belong.

I know you are not the one to blame

That you could never really accept me,

Because I wasn't acceptable, after all.

Like a cold breeze, you came along

And froze my veins;

I stopped in my tracks and sat down on the steps,

Not knowing whether to keep walking,

Or to change my course, and my pace.

So, I waited for you to come and show me,

But it was all in vain,

Because you never showed up, in the end.

Hence, I sat down, on those very steps

And let the snow consume me;

I wondered if bland white

Was the only friend I would have,

And I was okay with that...

But then, I felt the warmth of a breeze,

Through the thick snow;

I looked up and saw the faces of those,

Who made me want to hold on to hope.

I wanted to get up again...

It's been a year now,

And yet the memories of the frost still sting.

It's tempting to sit down again

And start wailing out of self-pity,

But I know now that there is

A third path that I can take,

Where lies both frost and warmth,

Where the need to be impeccable

No longer exists, it seems.

I laugh at my past delusions,

I laugh at how I thought you were right

And I was wrong, all along,

For now, I know, I wasn't

And neither were you.

I don't quite recognize the person I was,

Before you came along and told me

Who you thought I was.

I don't need to, anyway.

The world has spun through a hurricane

Of seasons, and so have I.

The world's still pretty much the same,

Filled with humans,

Who know not how to live.

I am one of them, but

I am no more the person I was.

If you met me now, I think

You wouldn't recognize me either.

I wonder...

Would I recognize you?