Christmas
Amidst the hush of silent halls, the season is drawing near,
No laughter echoing, no flitting steps, no music clear
Alone, the lights twinkle, a solitary sight,
A heart heavy with the absence of that joyous delight.
No children's laughter to fill the quiet air,
No warm embraces in this solitude, no care.
The tree stands adorned, yet the spirit feels bare,
With no family or support, the weight is hard to bear.
Each ornament hung tells a story, a memory shared,
Echoes of moments, in the stillness ensnared.
The ache of absence, an unrelenting pain
No balm for the soul, in this solitary bane
The season's jingle seems a distant faint melody,
As the terminal beats weigh on, a solemn harmony.
In this yearning for company, in the cold's embrace,
A heart longs for comfort, in this solitary space.
But amidst the desolation and the quiet's reign,
A glimmer of hope, a flickering flame remains.
For within the heart, a love steadfast and true,
Guiding, embracing, in the solitude's milieu.
Though the path seems desolate, the light dim,
The spirit's resilience finds solace within.
A yearning for togetherness, a longing profound,
Yet strength resides, in resilience found.
In the echo of memories and the unwavering love,
The spirit finds solace, ascending above.
A Christmas spent in Heavens, yet not entirely so,
For the love within, forever a sustaining glow.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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