Hidden Meaning

 Beware of hidden meanings
That lurk in others words.
They creep up on you like ripples
Once the waters been disturbed.
You took it as a kindly phrase
Confused by their intention.
They slyly recruited your support
As the truth they did not mention.
Now with your realization
Of their cunning and devious plot.
Your understanding comes too late
And stop it, you cannot.
Do you let them force the checkmate?
As it’s just a matter of time.
Or ease the amount of bloodshed
And gracefully resign.

My eyes they are my window
My eyelids are the blinds
But if you look into these eyes
So many things you’ll find

Like all my pain and sadness
From scars that will not heal
They’ll tell you when I'm healthy
And likewise, if I’m ill

For me, they are a window
But to you, they are a door
An entry to my very soul
Which no one, has seen before

So, if I look in your eyes
And tell you all I see
Will you pluck up the courage?
To do the same for me.

She sits alone and cries
Tears cascade down her face
Reminiscent of a waterfall after the rains
She sobs those elongated breaths
Like billows at a furnace
Her body heaves with grief
And still, she cries
I stand outside her door
Like a sentry on guard
Helpless to do anything but wait
She wants to be alone
I'm forbidden to invade into her sorrow
I cannot change the reason for her tears
And still, she cries
Her sobbing does get faint
Then builds again
Like an orchestrated symphony of pain
It hurts my heart
To hear the one I love in such distress
I'm her knight and meant to save her
Yet still, she cries
The sobbing has ceased
Though I still hear her whimper in her sleep
I'm tired too, but I will not abandon my post
This dragon that engulfs her I must slay
I carry no known weapons but my love
I wonder if that will ever be enough
For each time she cries.

While the holidays bring joy to many of us, for some it can be a time that triggers anxiety, depression and mental health issues, if someone wants to talk to you, please be prepared to listen.

I listened to her problems
I understood his pain.
The weather may be sunshine
But to them it feels like rain.

I didn’t need to answer
That wasn't in the plan.
Just someone who would listen
And try to understand.

I offered some encouragement
A little bit of hope.
Something they could hold onto
Something to help them cope.

It's good to share your feelings
To get things off your chest.
It may be a total stranger
Or someone who knows you best.

As long as they'll just listen
You do not want a debate.
So please, just talk to someone
Before it is too late.

She hung up her stocking on Christmas eve, next to her brothers over the fire.
She'd written a note which was placed inside, detailing her true Christmas desire.
Her brother and she scurried off upstairs, not questioning that it was time for bed.
Don't wake to early, their mother spoke, but I doubt they heard a word that she said.

The father placed presents under the tree, six each for his daughter and son.
He remembers back when he was a child, when his parents could not afford one.
Mother took down the stockings to fill them with gifts, it was then that she found the short note.
Eager to see just what this could be, that her daughter had lovingly wrote.

Dear Santa it said, if I have any gifts, please share mine, with those without any
I still have the things that you brought me last year so, you see I already have many.
As her mom read, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her heart was bursting with pride
She picked up a pen, turned over the note so, Santa could write a reply.

Dear Annie it said, your note I have read so, I've taken one gift from your pile
And your gift to me on this Christmas Eve, will last me a very long while.
For not all people see the value of giving, is as great as it is to receive.
Just as faith, hope and love are the values of life, for those like you, who believe.