The Holidays

The holidays are upon us again,
And with them the Tears, Fire, and Pain.
Hidden from those who don’t know our trials,
And the screams of the broken and lame.

We too want the Warmth, the Love, and the Light,
That are so vaunted and valued by all.
Yet those are the things which seem so hard to reach,
From the depths of our worry and pall.

Everything’s harder when broken and harmed,
From shopping to cooking to cheer.
We wear plastic smiles and shine bogus lights,
That are expected at this time of year.

When alone in the dark tho‘, away from our friends,
We break down and howl out our tears.
Careful, so careful to wipe off our cheeks
Before once again facing our peers.

Remember for some the most basic of tasks,
Are a marathon of effort and strain.
That the simplest of gifts may sometimes be paid,
With a princely outlay of pain.

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~ by daveprime on December 19, 2014.

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