Snowflakes and A Small Truth

Sometimes, it is all too much.

Other times, it is never enough.

Falling short as snowflakes fly

Fighting back tears so they don't

Freeze to my cheeks.

Pondering again what I have to give

When there seems to be so little left inside.

All I want is for someone to love me.

He said one night in a crowded park.

Millions of voices from across the ages echoed his plea.

Every race, age, tongue

From the beginning to the end

Each in anguish, in longing, in desperation

Had the same request.

I remember him as I sit in the same park.

Yes, that is all I want too.

I reach out 

But all the snowflakes do is turn my fingers numb

Numb like the truth buried inside.

A small truth, crystallized, constant

Simple and sacred.  

How could you give your life for me?

Be born in the cold and die for me

When I am selfish and cold and distant?

The snowflakes kiss my cheeks.

They whisper softly, those tiny messengers 

You are loved.

Am I?

Perhaps simply knowing is enough.