When the ice feels thin beneath your paws,
And every step echoes your cause,
When the winds howl loud and the blizzards blow,
And the cold bites hard and you feel low,
When solitude weighs upon your heart,
And from the herd, you feel apart,
Rest beneath the aurora skies,
But hold your dreams, don’t close your eyes.
Life’s a tundra vast and wide,
With hidden depths that reside inside,
Each step may slip, each path may curve,
But your strength lies deep, kept in reserve.
Don’t give in when the ice storms rail,
For beneath your fur, your heart will prevail,
Success is just a mere thaw away,
The spring may follow the coldest day.
You never know how close you stand,
To softer snow and gentler land,
Keep your pace through the darkest frost,
For it’s in the depths, hope is not lost.
Cling steadfast through each rise and fall,
What seems so daunting might be small.
So as winter’s wrath reaches its height,
Stay strong, brave bear, with all your might.
Peter Pickering · Bipolar Bear