Whenever you are cold,

never fear, never falter.

For everyone lives with truths

so painful, so terrifying.

It sometimes makes you wonder,

if winter, if snow

Is what we are made of?

that soul, that being

Will be what defines us

for who we are, for who we never want to be.

I have no clue what happened with this one, I just wanted to stick with the pattern! Anyhow, check out poetryhive for the prompts