A Christmas Disgrace

Christmas eve, I lie in bed.

Ghost's from the past dance through my head.

Wish's, hope's, and dreams gone by.

And at midnight, Santa has yet to arrive.

No tree, no gifts. Not a crumb, not a drop.

No holiday cheer to show that Christmas is here.

And there you have, on this cold crisp day.

There it stands, my Christmas disgrace.

Reflections of the Heart

The year is drawing to a close. I feel beaten. My world has been turned upside down almost every day this year. Daily hurdles, utter chaos. Trial and tribulation mercilessly tripping me with every step. The world has been grey. Right and wrong merged as one, trembling strands of fear crushing my chest. I can't breathe. The world spinning out of control.

STOP.

I won't allow myself to fall into this pit of despair. I must look forward. Woven through the hardship and misfortune has been golden strands of luck and delight. Though thin and sparse the strands shine bright in my heart. They bring me strength and hope to carry on.

And I will not be beaten.

I refuse to be broke.

Never allow the world that satisfaction.