Beneath the White

Unable to move, I feel the lumbering motion of snow sliding above me, engulfing me in this suffocating shadowiness. I shiver uncontrollably, as the pressure slowly squeezes oxygen out of my lungs. Buried alive under the weight of this crystalized shroud, to be forever entombed in a frozen grave with no head stone. Although consumed in total darkness, I close my eyes, yet sleep eludes my exhausted body as rumbling vibrations from above give me false hope of rescue. In truth I don’t know which way is up or down.

Packed snow fills every void, yet I still breathe. Moisture from what little air I have forms an ice casing around my head, the only part I’m able to move. Raw flesh begins to tingle and itch from the frostbite killing my nerves and restricting blood flow.

I am encased in a sensory deprivation session gone horribly wrong. Failing to remain calm, silent tears freeze upon my face, while manic screams are absorbed in this tiny tomb, until I quietly accept my fate. In a strange way the hollow sound of empty silence comforts me. Below this pallet of packed snow, an earthy scent of wet grass fills my nostrils, while the taste of dirty water slides down my throat.

Beneath the fluffy white, lies a power greater than I ever imagined.

I am no more than a seed buried beneath this blanket of white, waiting until the sun smiles upon me once more and I am reborn, a wildflower