Accustomed
And Customs
This season can catch me by surprise
As tinsel tears fill up my eyes
Unwrapping thoughts of past goodbyes
Adorning the tree with ties that bind
I’ve grown accustomed to it now
Like breathing in and breathing out
Memories that time forgets
Put out like a cigarette
Poured everything that made me smile
Into someone who stole my pride
Changing the way I saw my life
While stars light up the midnight sky
Some hearts were made to be alone
Some silent numbers on my phone
The moon still pulls hope, magically
Restoring the fire inside of me
The tides of life still ebb and flow
Healing the heart and letting go
The holidays stir spirits around
Reflecting shadows on the ground
Cause time reveals the truths denied
Into the quiet, silent night
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Simply beautiful, and a little sad.
Wow, "tinsel tears" is such an amazing descriptor. Another wonderful poem and especially timely.
Another great piece right from the heart,Kelli. Well done
Great work and the holidays always bring back memories for me;
Absolutely Beautiful.The holidays stir feeling around- Reflecting shadows on the ground. Holidays bring back memories that make us sad and happy. Nicely written. - Well done!!!
Sadly beautiful. Holidays can bring out the best of memories and the worst.
The imagery of memories, loss, and hope intertwined with the sights and sounds of the festive period is deeply moving.