A Broken Christmas
Twinkling lights but where is the sparkle in your eyes?
Once bright, desire filled and delusion bound, now dull, dim and as the snow falls so do your tears.
A tree never purchased, a gift unopened, a birthday uncelebrated. A birth, many moons ago yet yours unacknowledged.
A day known by all but for what purpose?
Eggnog, whiskey and port, smiles with venom in their words. Poison on their lips yet another glass given by those on minimum wage.
Obligations needed, bank accounts exceeded yet the ‘happy’ in holidays is when the 2nd arrives.
Snow falls, tears turning into icicles as the words spoken still sting as though the day first spoken.
Blood shed on easter yet our DNA is the only reason for this torture to continue.
The day comes closer, the anxiety grows larger, therapists booked and suddenly a 7 year old appears to be driving down the road known yet dreaded and only now when obligations require the tyres of your safety to escape to take you to the queen's nest.
Voices quieten, looks given, a child runs through you, the one you left behind, yet when the pine tree arises so does your appears be required. Attendance called and the power gained, independence obtained all in the name of Christmas.
A day of magic, a day of joy, a tree, a meal and a clock stilled by the past.
A past that paid for your therapists trip to hawaii, a day now to pay for their new next, yet when will your voice be spoken, heard and tears less shed?
A women steps into the car, a little girl steps into the home, all in the name of Christmas.
For her power stripped, taken by those society says to spend this day with.
