“You” Just Barely Left
A poem of missing a loved one the first Christmas
Blinking lights,
shiny baubles,
smiling children
and well wishers.
It's that time of
year.
Joy to the world
and peace to all.
It's sharp contrast,
is a lot to take
when "you" are
gone.
The shine is dulled
and cheer just
scrapes
on your ear.
You want to hide.
Reality
is too much.
Still fresh and tender
you were just there,
not a loving memory
yet
but a deep well
of emotion,
an ache
in the chest.
A Christmas
rather to be
forgotten
than remembered.
Not ready
for “you” to be
fond memory
just yet
because "you"
just barely left.
In loving memory of my mother.
A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.
Www.notafulldeck.com
