there is hope even in the darkest place
that is what i keep telling myself
that is the hope i cling to
but sometimes i doubt
sometimes i dont know
what to think
sometimes
i think im sinking
down
down to where i used to be
this time last year
in that pit of despair
that made me suicidal four times
where did i go
where did i come from
who knows
i am like the wind
a spirit that wanders the earth
looking for souls to bless
trying not to curse
what is love that i have not found it
unless i wasnt searching for it
why do i only find it
by accident
and not on purpose
what is this
a tree that grows in winter
in snow laden death
in darkness
do i look for love only in the summer
do i not find it in the spring
by autumn i give into slumber
by winter i awake at the crisp air
filling my lungs
and i breathe in to find
that love is in the air
at christmas time
but then christmas passes
and while all the others move on
i am left behind
to admire the broken christmas lights

k.g.

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