Finding Myself

Finding myself in this.... This white snow which melts in the Spring. Where my person burns for more... More to smile the day away. To fly which is I. High above what I call sky. For my voice to lift...Lift every voice and sing my way into your heart. Which mine has broken...Broken the mirror image of myself to find a wall of nothing. What must one do to find oneself...Self is to look beyond the clouds and pray.