My Christmas Gift
On Christmas Day,
I heard someone ringing
The bell of my secret door,
That same which hides my haven,
A place known to me solely,
A place which allows me
To wear my crown and to decide
Of life's rules without anyone
Trying to push his or her will upon me!
I rose from my throne
And opened the door ever so slightly,
Peeking at my visitor fearfully,
As if,
I were a little girl, too scared of life
And of its shadows to even dare
To venture out by myself!
Who is it? I asked the visitor
It is I, none other than your childhood memories
It is I,
Who have come to feed your heartbeats
With both warm and teary sceneries
Of how life once was
So as to have you understand
That,
As stipulated by the skies once,
You are to be attached neither to anything
Nor to anyone
For the world shall be temporary and transient
For as long as it would be!
Come in,
I said to my visitor
Open up your bag and let the memories flow,
While I pour you a glass of wine
Open up your bag indeed
And allow my heart to soar upon the waves
Of emotions as they rage through my oceans
Because
Life's changing nature
Has pushed me to give myself a new birth,
One which allows me to pamper myself with self care whilst
Forsaking the rest
Simply because I am seen as the misunderstood one!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2022
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