Winter Heart

To find contentment in the little parts of life, the ones that don't seem to matter. Unimportant symbols filed under daily routines, unavailable in the brightness of daylight. Unapproachable from every aspect of decency and truth, yet totally available to a soul of sorrow. Laced, white, little tears of irony flowing down cheeks of innocent beginnings. Soundless, adorable, forgotten in the midst of a winter storm. Allowed no heat, no fire, to thaw a frozen heart, once drowning in the tears of sorrow, laden heart held away from life. Thrown down a staircase, unrecognized, scarred by the heartaches of childhood. Left to find contentment in an uncontented world, stepping aside, capturing the little particles of life in a sieve, never held, even for a minute. Unimportant parts, the ones that don't matter, stay with you an eternity, never being able to turn them out.