I am going to hide in my room this year For Christmas as for my New Year's Eve birthday Overwhelmed by anxiety filled with fear I will wait it out until it goes away
I love the Christ of Christmas but for the rest It is simply unbearable for me now As I taste the worst remembering the best It all seems a bitter mockery somehow
Strangers attempt to make it better but they Cannot see that which is broken inside me "My soul is weary of my life" as Job said
May Christ have mercy at his Nativity On me as I excuse myself to my bed And not to sleep there but to weep instead
hauntingly beautiful. I too had a similar holiday experienc-love the use of "aloneness rather than lonelyness
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on December 30, 2006
This life of ours is a tough place to be at times.
Hoping this is untrue for you, 'cause it looks like im gonna be alone for the New Year and possibly longer.I dread whats ahead for awhile.Im blessed to be here though.Hope your New Year is a happy one.
Michael
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 26, 2006
A deep meaningful poem of which only some have understanding.
We are a kindred spirit. I "know" these feelings and, because of a recent "incident," I would do the same. Other circumstances have come along so that I shall not be alone this night but your poem speaks for many. At the same time, there's nothing wrong with "getting away from the world" every now and then. I do it often. It doesn not lessen my love for J****** and she knows it. Your poem touched me deeply. Blessings and love to you,
"Those that can see beyond the negative, wrap themselves up in the simplicity surrounding, can Listen to the Whispers and Rejoice!"
Your words you write, whispering in pain, as you compare them to a time of usual bliss, reveal a common strife for so many...but I say...In your silence, you will hear so much better than most!
Merry Christmas Steven with a V!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sad stirring write that I truly hope is fictional my good friend. Though the world has a way of beating us down we must always breathe again arise and fight till our ability to fight is forfeited by our creator. I miss your reviews of my work and your stirring ballads of love, is all well Steve?
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Hoping this is untrue for you, 'cause it looks like im gonna be alone for the New Year and possibly longer.I dread whats ahead for awhile.Im blessed to be here though.Hope your New Year is a happy one.
Michael
Chrissy
We are a kindred spirit. I "know" these feelings and, because of a recent "incident," I would do the same. Other circumstances have come along so that I shall not be alone this night but your poem speaks for many. At the same time, there's nothing wrong with "getting away from the world" every now and then. I do it often. It doesn not lessen my love for J****** and she knows it. Your poem touched me deeply. Blessings and love to you,
Regis
God Bless,
Lew
Peace. Joyce
Your words you write, whispering in pain, as you compare them to a time of usual bliss, reveal a common strife for so many...but I say...In your silence, you will hear so much better than most!
Merry Christmas Steven with a V!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Fee