The Holidays Hurt My Heart
The most wonderful time of the year,
Yet my heart aches after my spirits fall;
A beautifully bright time for pain,
Remembering you aren’t apart of it now at all.
The time I would pay to have again;
Then, now, and forever.
As for the time I was so kindly gifted,
Wasted, with no genuine reason or intentional clever.
Please, you must forgive me,
For I was young and I didn’t know.
Nobody warned me,
My cold December heart would yearn for you so.
It’s not always the missing you that does it;
Depth pounds the door of my disheartened chest,
During the silent moments that remind me,
I forgot you ever left to go rest.
They told me Christmas is magnificent where you are,
Angels sing, and you know no despair.
Sadness isn’t welcome,
To a kingdom that doesn’t allow a single frigid glare.
-Carlie Noel Sturtz
