Written by: M. E. Hathcock

Thoughts like snowflakes falling freely 
from the sky,
Moments wishing to remember and 
memories wanting to forget,
Times have moved forward and destinies 
have changed,
Why can some press on so easily and 
others struggle so with the past,
Its as if the earth has stopped turning and 
that one instant stays in mind,
Frozen footprints in the sands of time,
Trying so desperately to reach for that 
furthest flake, 
hoping it will fix what has been broken 
and  put life in such disarray,
But the flakes just melt away as soon as 
they are touched,
Dripping to the ground collecting great 
pools to drowned the strongest soul...