Beyond My Christmas Mask
Christmas is over and I can remove my mask,
that smile that hides the me beyond
the ding dong merrily on high can go away
Christmas movies I never liked . . .
the lights were nice I could keep those all year
I had to eat a piece of Aunt Terry's fruitcake
the sweet frosting is still choking me
I pushed the inevitable turkey around my plate
like I am a vegetarian folks...
got another teapot to add to my collection of
teapots from previous years
that's six now . . .
I bet there are many like me who dread Christmas
it brings all my memories back
they come creeping and though once happy
they now make me weep . . .
for they are memories of the life I once had
of the promise of love like a delicate flower
now he is a name engraved
and the baby who never saw the sky
there are scars on my soul
so beyond the happy Christmas joy and cheer
I am weather-stained with years
no mom or dad, no anchor to hold me down
so now I go back to hiding in my flowing hair
like a golden river streaming
and I am lost in a sea of nameless faces
(until next Christmas that is)
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December 27, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Beyond My Christmas Mask
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1212-014-27
All Rights Reserved, 2019
Written for the contest Beyond the Niceties of Christmas
sponsor, Bobby Burns
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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