Alone I stand
High upon a snow covered mountain
A wilting flower is crushed beneath the expectations placed on her
The wind whispers her every insecurity softly
Slowly, painfully the words are etched into her mind
A wispy white cloud suffocates her
Surrounding her
Tormenting her
Always reminding her of all her past failures
The same white nothingness encloses her on all sides
Cold white appraising her and always finding her worthless
The flower searches for escape
Searches for a rescue
How much more can the flower take?
How long before it is crushed beneath the snow?
High upon a snow covered mountain
A wilting flower stands alone