Tis’ the season
They do say.
With a smile
Full of teeth and crinkles.
Assuming all is merry and bright.
However for far too many
This is not the case.
For too many.
It two weeks,
Of darkness
Loss
And sorrow.
Their lives
Are not full
Of light and love
It’s a struggle
To say that blade,
Not take that step too far.
Or something else
To take the pain away forever.
So before we belt out
A round of We wish you a merry Christmas
Or Auld Lang sine,
A little too loud.
Under the influence of liquid cheer.
Let us think of those
Who dwell in the darkness
On the fringe.
Reach out and include them
Into the light.
As sometimes
That maybe all it takes
For them to see in the new year.
About the Creator
Owen Nicholls
I have worked in the IT industry for over 30 years. Poetry grabbed my attention at an early age when I was going to elocution lessons and my teacher found that reading out poetry was perhaps the best method.
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