My December

 

Such shock, so clear

Deep inside, I fear

Lost to myself, but most of all

I couldn’t stop the fall

Now it’s gone, but it’s still there

Locked inside, so cruel it wasn’t fair

There’s a voice, it’s strange

Without a choice, things change

They laugh, they say

“You wanted it this way.”

But words are untrue

They won’t know what I went through

Purse those lips, keep them shut

Something’s bothering her, but what?

Sick to the touch

Leaning on a half broken crutch

Reach for the day

Even when eyes betray

Only feel the need for love

Until I can rise above

It feels foolish, you don’t understand

To see clearly and have to be led by the hand

Words spoken slowly, thinking but not fully there

Try opening up when there’s so much to bear

You don’t need to know, or to remember

I don’t want you to, it was my December.

Author's Note

Just let me know what you think, I'm a little iffy on the ending but I like it anyway. Comments and crit appreciated. :)

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

OH wow! I love it! Truely Aveira you amaze me with how much emotion, and imagry you put into every piece you write....
This speaks to me of someone who is in the late stages of their life. On the threshold of going to rest for all eternity. Made me think of my grandmother before she passed away. How feeble she was in body and spirit. How we could all tell she was tired and ready to go...
although as i typed that i could also envision this as an end of a certain time in a person(young or otherwise's) life, and how they close the door to one part and open up to the next....

wow, sorry didnt mean to start analizing it so much!!
smiles!
kelli!
good job pumpkin...LOL

[Bud]

Do not change the ending. It is perfect. Absolutely perfect. At least to me it is. Do what you feel is right for it. It is your creation. Yes, I know what are saying. Keep working with it, Aveira. You'll find it's place on your hearts shelf. It takes time to learn how to cope with the things life throws at us. Another Excellent display showing one of your many Talents.

[Sarah]

I think you end it fine I like it keep writing