A Search for Warmth

Large, snowy mountains tower over me.
I wonder if I should flee.
Snow violently sleets in my face,
So I look for a safe space,
But I can't find a warm embrace./
I search and search,
For a warm place to go.
But all I find are mountains, snow,
And rivers that do not flow.
There is no place without snow./
The wind gets louder.
There is ringing in my ears.
It feels as if I am battling my fears.
I bury my head in the snow.
I feel numb but it won't snow./
Just when my blood doesn't feel like it's flowing,
Some warmth starts showing.
The warmth takes time but there is hope.
I no longer need to fear or mope,
So with the last bits of snow, I build a snowman to help me cope.