Frozen

I wrote this for my creative writing club. I couldn't get the picture on.

When the snow melts what does it become?

During my darkest hour,

When the rain begins to shower,

And I begin to fall,

You’re there.

To help me get through it all.

My soul frozen by the snow,

Then you come to mind,

And it all gets left behind.

So when the snow melts what does it become?

Spring.

Spring is always sure to come,

No matter how dark or cold,

Spring will save my soul.

Reviews

[Miss Evans]

I enjoyed reading this one.

I don't think that the title really represents the poem, as your main point seems to be the fact that no matter how cold it gets, warmth will always return.

I like this poem because [for me] it represents hardship and serenity. No matter how tough life gets, there will always be resolution somewhere along the line. No matter how desperate a situation gets, one can always have hope for something better.

I also liked the use of Winter vs. Spring. Metaphors are always intriguing to read when they are written properly, and I think you wrote this quite well.