Four years of drowning sorrows
While watching Christmas bliss
Romantic heart always hopeful
Mind shattered in remembrances.
Always thankful for the crumbs
While choosing to see a full platter instead
View always skewed towards the better
Regardless of heart-breaks and moments dead.
So sitting in a hole
rather choosing to be all alone
I once drowned in my sea of tear drops
aching for what I now am trusted to hold.
Hope, always present even in painful days,
Is rising upon the silver
The lining around the grays
For such a bold lining
The light most be brilliantly bright
As the black gray clouds are now passing
I’m nearly blinded by the light.
So as my favorite time of year
Comes sauntering around the bend
and Winter land is back with it’s wonder
Joy bubbles over the ridge
of a once romantic heart drained dry but choosing to be half full
I am again found dancing within the snow under mistletoe!
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