A Poem — Holidazed

weather shifts invitations arrive

decorations appear

joyful, joyful is the call joy does not always come

though somehow I make it through

memories of loved ones departed bring back grief and heartache family resentments are added to the hidden pile of sadness and secrets

upkeep of my stylized life becomes a weight of isolation and despair

answers are fleeting understanding is at my fingertips

joy beckons from a distance

and yet ’tis the season of joy heartache secrets

despair

and somehow I make it through

Poetry is not something that I do, but in sporadic attempt to explore new ways to express my thoughts about life and the world, I’m giving it a try. If you are up for others, you can see all of my attempts [here].

Originally published at www.reyes-chow.com.