I promised to not drink it all away,
I stated I would never let these tears get to me,
But here I go again letting me emotions seep out of me.

Everything, everyone is getting the better of me,
I try my best not to weep in front of the world.
I am slowly losing my mind and battles.

I am at a loss for words,
But I never run out of tears.

I am going crazy in my own mind,
And no matter how hard I try;
No matter how many times I gulp down another drink,
I can't seem to win or get free from me.

My chest is heavy than light.
I seem to keep flying to high hitting the sun,
Burning myself and falling back down into the void I call my "home."

I'm taking another drink,
Gulping it all down as the tears stream down.
I keep on going till I go down and hit the ground,
Now everything is hazy and I feel light,
And I am free, just for a little bit.

I promised to stop,
I begged myself to,
But I realized I can't win or fulfill anything.

fill your sight, with bright, fragrant tannenbaums,
smile, and i'll try to clear the lines on your palms...
i'd speak to destiny, save you from fateful roads
allay your fears, as waves of changes affect today's world...
let me streak the Heavens with star-shaped lightnings
create festive skies, over dark, fiery spots persisting.
i would seek all you downtrodden, despondent ones
whoever, wherever you are...wave my hand more than once
to paint your dimming minds, with Christmas dust of gold,
green and red...i'd make you believe, miracles do unfold.
remember your dreams, let me lift your dying hopes,
what's best for you will come, when time is right.....just,

listen close, hear the softened clatter of my little hoof
soon, i'd be landing on your snow-covered roof
then slide down your chimney....
watch me
as i stand carefully....whisking soot
from my red suit...

your doubts and fears must perish
sad and mirthful moments, you must cherish,
weep no more, look up to the sky,
you are all children of Christmas, raise your eyes
regardless of age and color...beliefs, or faiths
some wishes are granted, some have to wait,
i got presents in my sack, other than your desires,
some pleasant tidings, to set your sagging spirit afire...
o, sad, broken and orphaned hearts, do not despair,
keep your faith alive, have patience...trust!
other days can be Christmas,
though it may not be December...........just,

listen close, hear the softened clatter of my boots
watch me, as i rise, whisking soot from my red suit
bearing gifts from the One up there...to last all seasons
just keep in mind....He's the Reason, for the Season...


Sally

Copyright December 16/16
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan