In a bitter chiselling winter gust,
Dusty flecks of snow whirl about in the air around me,
Enveloping my figure in a spiral of white,
While I wait impatiently for my bus to appear on the horizon.
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excellent, .. using the snowball as an extended metaphor, well done... the description is head on and i could picture every detail you wished to portray in the scene... The transition from the scene description to giving yourself up as such snowball is amazing, quite the delicacy when dealing with an inanimate object and refering to oneself... but you did it nicely and wholely.... the beginning is captivating and the end, breath taking, 'Accept me? ' is just the perfect ending for a wondeful poem...
It's a hard thing to be a perfectionist. I'm actually kind of the opposite, I have a really hard time organizing and my room and backpack is a mess. Just try to love yourself and fight your problems head on. If you need someone to talk to I'm here because I know what it's like to not be accepted (last lines of your poems) . This poem was truthful and passionate. Keep writing!