Snow Globe

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Emma Vlaski

Snow Globe

Inside the dome

You never know when an earthquake will hit

And interrupt my calm gazing

It may only be a slight tussle

Allowing the snow to fly and float

Then sink and settle once more

But it may be a blizzard

Obscuring the familiar view behind the glass

Suffocating me and threatening my existence

It’s been a lifetime since

I called a sunny windowsill home

Able to watch the days pass

Now I sit in a never-ending darkness

Broken and crowded with others that were once loved

Left to long for the chaos