christmas

Tis the season to be merry and yet I have lost my merriment somewhere.
Maybe it left with the snow as the rain swept across the province,
or maybe it has vanished with my dying grandmother.
I just can't seem to gain the perspective of a child for christmas.
I have lost my excitement and rush...
I miss the spontaneous rush of meeting new people,
Of getting out and enjoying the company of others.
I want to fly and yet I feel like my wings have been clipped.
I need to find my home. My happy again.

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