A Poem -- Holidazed

Too often we forget that the holidays season isn't always filled with joy. Weaved throughout the celebrations, goodwill and giving are stories of sadness, exclusion and despair. Keeping these things in mind, here are some words.


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

And somehow I make it through

Originally Posted on www.reyes-chow.com