Poem – Page 43 – A (wise) man of two faces

Christkindle

Santa Claus
Saint Nicholas
Father Christmas and more…
Whatever name you know him by –
Listen!

This Christmas season
I just want good memories,
tied up in a bow.

Leave the porch light on
so we can find our way home
on the darkest nights.

As I wonder in the snow,
where I’m going, I don’t know,
I can’t find the trail
amid the wind and the hail
threatening to lay me low.

Hot chocolate Christmas
around a roaring fireplace,
melted marshmallows.

Snowflakes
are falling down,
covering the roadways,
blanketing the entire town
in white.

A Charlie Brown tree –
though ragged and worn it is
proudly on display.

Friday’s a temptress,
teasing for ages before
she offers herself.

I feel as though
I don’t belong
for long ago
I lost the song.

I used to hear
it blow through my soul;
I held it dear
and now there’s this hole.

The silence bears down
with the weight of an age
and I’m starting to drown
in the pain and the rage.

And now I’ve paid a heavy cost
in scars searching for salvation lost.

You wicked Wednesday;
you herald glad tidings but
you still make us wait.