Finding the Beauty in Christmas
Mistletoe by candlelight,
love lined Christmas markets,
shopping centres full of happy couples.
Let them have what I do not,
it is theirs.
But what is mine?
My Christmas must come early
if I am to maintain the mirage of the miracle.
I'll line the markets with an illuminating
indigo light
and bathe in the dreams
that will rescue me from this nightmare.
Christmas is also a time for friends
and I'll need you now,
more than ever.
Heartbreak aside, I still have
a beautiful best friend
and nothing will ever take
that
away from us.
I call on my friends
come rain, sleet or snow
to help bring back my glow.
I look towards my granddad
holding a card from Christmas past
as ink smudges like forgotten memories,
I must make this a Christmas to be remembered
if only by me.