The snow falls outside my window,
Fierce winds pelt the sides of my empty home,
*I love this line. The imagery there is flawless. One thing I would do is break down the line. The length of it really messes up your flow. I'd make it smaller. Maybe break it into two lines.*
I suddenly realize that I can relate to this ice covered abyss,
*Same thing here. I'd break these lines down*
I am the winter.
I am the twig,
Always stepped on,
Forgotten as I break under pressure.
*I love this stanza. The way you describe the twig is amazing. I can imagine a twig being stepped on and no one caring about it, that's brillant. *
I am the rose,
Once blooming passionate red,
*I'd add an "a" after blooming. That way it sounds more complete. Beautiful imagery though*
Frozen by angry storms,
Tyrants to my love.
*Love that last line. Very clever :) *
I am the tree,
Still yet strong,
*I don't really understand this line, it seem kind or random. Maybe " Steady and strong" or something like that.*
My ends will break,
*I'd change this to "my braches will break" that way you relate to the tree more*
Yet, I am silent to the pain.
My smiles reviled,
Loving attitude ignored,
For whoever loved something dead,
Awakened by sun to live again.
*I like you're ending. but it doesn't seem to fit here. I'd maybe reword the ending so your idea is finished. I think you had some amazing ideas. Overall this was really good. Just work on your ending some. Nik