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Dec 2014
Christmas Night
another fight;
tears cried in a flood.

No tree this Christmas,
no carols or presents,
angry voices drowning out the silence.
Father, staggered by drink
Mother staggered by grief.
The three rooms in the small house
resounding vibrations
pain and fury.

I sat alone atop my bed
scared into silence
wearied by strife.
"If only Christmas was as magical as they say,
if only I could share in the joy of this day."

But no joy was to be had
no excitement
no morsel of food.

Christmas night
like any other night;
another fight
tear cried in a flood.

Mother crying
father yelling,
cold seeping
pain creeping.

In tattered shreds
my spirit diminished,
my hope ****** out
my heart heavy and small.

I rallied all strength  
looked out upon the dim lighted street one last time
and searched for Christmas
even the smallest sign.

And there it was,
far off in the distance,
a light so bright
it covered the night,
it covered the sky,
and it covered me.

As I kept on staring
into its resilience
my heart began to fill,
my eyes began to  widen
my lungs began to fill with oxygen
and from deep within a song began to form.

"Oh Christmas light
light of my heart,
shine upon me
and upon this night,
sing out the joy of Christmas,
and just like they say
bring out the magic
of this special day."

Christmas night
that brilliant light
my saving grace.
Mark Steigerwald
Written by
Mark Steigerwald  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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