My Mood on Christmas Eve 2015 (Lyrical Poetry)
Christmas... Is it over yet
The night before Christmas,
and solemn as an owl, I settled
perched up in bed writing
this poem.
For what, you may ask?
I do not know, but I felt
a need to release these
thoughts, to let my world
show.
I’m not brightly lit as the
Christmas lights are, I’m not
even jolly like a fake Santa
Claus.
I am, however, sad and distant
tonight, looking out my window
staring disheartened at the
moonlight.
Fa la la las are not singing in
my ears, and I’m quite tired of the
stories of the red-nosed reindeer.
I’m not exactly scrooge, but I’m not
exactly not; I think I feel more like
a misfit in the land of
the lost.
Don’t worry though, I know
my place, and I will smile
through it all for my children's
sake.
My days seem to be this way
no matter what I do. Christmas
has just become another day
that looms.
The truth is most days I’ve lost
my way of trying to fit in. I
am tired of not being me in this
world of pretend.
Right now, I know as you
are reading this rhyme, shock
of my words has stretched
your eyes.
It’s really alright that you feel
this way. I know I seem selfish
on Jesus’s day.
However, I can tell you one
thing I believe, Jesus knows me
well, and he knows my truth. I
do not speak these words
to be untrue.
Instead, I choose to share
my thoughts of life as I live
it; I am sad. I am lonely, so
be it.
If anyone is worried of
my doom; don’t. I am
sure he approves of my
straight- forward fortitude.
You see; I believe in him with
all my heart, and he knows I
wish him well on his day of birth.
Without all the hoopla surrounding
his day, all I really want is to wish
him a happy birthday!
I love you, Jesus!
Do you think my Christmas poem is too depressing?
© 2015 Missy Smith