Amidst the chill of the winter ache
A little flower is able to break
Through the thickest sheets of frost
To show the world the life it had lost.
A snowdrop, appearing there so frail
Yet courageous enough to brave the hail.
A few white petals, alone in the cold,
Such a small flower, yet very bold;
Enough to inspire the others to grow,
Shining hope for a life after snow.
Soon will triumph the sun over the night
Awakening again after the harsh winter bite.
Oh! How I wish to be this brave
To seek the freedom that I long craved
The liberty of which I am depraved,
To be strong and to escape my grave.
Alas, I do not have enough power
To pierce skyward for the lost paradise.
I am too weak to break the hard ice,
Weaker than a tiny little winter flower.
By Francis Dinh