December's DoorsA Poem by JourneyBluChild of winter....December calls And lurks behind every door She is silent With secret allure All of my desperation Was generated within her arms She carries and cradles me Through every other month She is my chaperone Ushering in my existence On her clipboard She tallies each minute and moment It is all time that I owe her She is the broker of lucid dreams and hope Long ago I pawned my childhood with her I took my borrowed money And bought a little more time With every paycheck I make payments On her price-gouged interest I travel through the years in perpetual unease She will not tell me when my loan is due December She has ice-cold toes And even colder fingers With which she grips my thoughts My every idea belongs to her For I have nothing else to offer up as collateral How I dread December She is so dark Despite her white cloaks And festive celebrations With futile efforts, I seek her love and approval But she refuses to be the mother I never had She is winter’s child And goes by many other names She does not confine herself To the thirty-one days with which we define her I can see around her mirrored image To the jagged peaks of truth Doors, as far as the eye can see, litter her landscape I fight the urge to try them all For surely I would go mad as each one refused to open Except the last one My exit to which she wears the key around her neck Apparently I have not made enough payments So I drag myself off to the job I hate December’s bitter cold cackles Echoing in my ears© 2012 JourneyBluReviews
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1 Review Added on August 20, 2012 Last Updated on August 20, 2012 AuthorJourneyBluMarion, IAAboutI am a mother of four wonderful children. I live in Marion, IA and I write poetry. I just self-published my first poetry book this year titled Whispers of Never. I am currently working on my second bo.. more..Writing
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