The Christmas lights are up
I am in the mood,
Alright.
Have they always
Twinkled like that
Or do they
Because it parallels
My own delight.
They are the same
While my eagerness
To stop,
Observe and smile
Has me burning
On the inside.
Under pressure I am
A snowball
Of anger
Outbursts
Often
Out of control
I am the same
But the difference
This year
I forgive myself
Like others
In the long stretch
In my lasting search
Of what matters
And I have you
As seed
To my everyday glee.
It is Christmas time
The lights are up
This time, I am looking up.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
The Christmas lights are up
I am in the mood,
Alright.
Have they always
Twinkled like that
Or do they
Because it parallels
My own delight.
They are the same
While my eagerness
To stop,
Observe and smile
Has me burning
On the inside.
Under pressure I am
A snowball
Of anger
Outbursts
Often
Out of control
I am the same
But the difference
This year
I forgive myself
Like others
In the long stretch
In my lasting search
Of what matters
And I have you
As seed
To my everyday glee.
It is Christmas time
The lights are up
This time, I am looking up.
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