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Mailing a Snowflake

by Donna Vorreyer

A yellow bird swoops low, lands
against the white bark of a birch—
little sunspot, little lemon zest—
feathers puffed up and quivering.
I watch through a window, rumpled
laundry at my feet, the house in ruins—
smell of food gone bad, smell of sweat—
the cool pure sky, a memory.
Pansies poke purple tongues from
terracotta pots on the balcony. Only
rain has kept them alive. Dearest one,
nothing can entice me to leave this room,
not the birds or the flowers, not even
your fondest benedictions. My thoughts
knock over mountains to find their way
back to me. It is slow going, too slow,
and I fear that they will never return.
My clothes are dusty, my boots full
of holes and rattlesnakes. When you
open this envelope, it will be empty.

can anyone help me find the theme of this poem?

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Step-by-step explanation:

Seems like someone is struggling with depression, as they state that -really nothing can make them leave their room. My claim is reinforced by the way this person describes their saroiudings. They also state "My thoughts knock over mountains to find their way back to me. It is slow going, too slow, and I fear that they will never return" as in this person is losing hope.