Holidazed

weather shifts
invitations arrive
decorations appear

joyful, joyful is the call
joy does not always come
though somehow I make it through

memories of loved ones departed bring back grief and heartache
family resentments are added to the hidden pile of sadness and secrets
upkeep of my stylized life becomes a weight of isolation and despair

answers are fleeting
understanding is at my fingertips
joy beckons from a distance

and yet
’tis the season
of joy
heartache
secrets
despair

and somehow I make it through

*Poetry is not something that I do, but in sporadic attempt to explore new ways to express my thoughts about life and the world, I’m giving it a try. If you are up for others, you can see all of my attempts [here].

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