Christmas Solitude
This poignant poem captures the melancholy of spending Christmas Day alone, intertwining memories of a tumultuous past with the bittersweetness of the present. The speaker reflects on life's trials, their struggle for stability, and the haunting absence of loved ones. A heartfelt exploration of solitude, longing, and the resilience to find hope amidst despair, even on Christmas Day.
POETRY
I can’t believe it’s Christmas Day,
I have so much but so little to say.
The way this feels can’t be described.
It’s like a dream that’s been inscribed.
I was born into a world of chaos.
Where order struggled, tangled in loss.
My parents never did the work to change our path.
So instantly my future was doomed to wrath.
I finally met a man that changed my life,
But as my luck had it, I didn’t become his wife.
No one could tell me what I did wrong,
Leaving me to wonder in feelings that grew strong.
I never put either of them in any harm.
Managing to keep them away from any alarm.
They were the center of my universe.
In the blink of an eye, I became the worse.
All they left were memories for me to dwell upon
A not so bittersweet melody of days now gone.
Spending Christmas Day alone
Felt like being in a hell cast by stones.