“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
