Twas two days after Christmas and all through the house
Only one creature was stirring to torture her spouse
Her children are present but she doesn’t know
Isn’t that the way it’s always been though
This Christmas I have hope
This Christmas is special
The creature is slowly leaving
Soon I’ll be grieving
Because the best gift I could give
Was learning to live
So Christmas is over and this was all I could think to write for the holiday.
No celebration just waking up like every other day,
in wait. I wait for them to wake, and then I serve, and then I wait until they slumber.
It’s barely an existence. That’s why I say I’m learning to live, because when I get free of this that is exactly what I am planning to do…
June 2014 this task will end.
Don’t be dismayed.
This is not a complaint.
I have been given a front row seat to the big screen of a life un-lived, a spirit leashed, and the inability to break the hardwiring.