Christmas eve, shrouded in gray.
Blinded by clouds, by fog, by haze.
Longing to take a final trip.
Are my reservations made?
Or should I look for a home of eternal estate?
No bed is empty in this hotel of dreams,
all signs say no occupancy.
Am I awake or am I asleep?
Or perhaps this life I lead is a distant dream.
A shadow of long forgotten memories.
Keep everyone at bay
While I rest my head and deceive
Myself into believing that I’m OK.
Don’t come too close,
I won’t let you into my estate.
I’ve tasted loneliness,
and seen all the world gives.
make me question why I live.
So tonight, this ends.
Take a drink, Soon it will all be over.
Burden lifted from my shoulders.
But then your presence enters,
The hand I cannot lift.
voice so clear, “you won’t do this.”
So I drop to the floor, tears flow, broken beyond repair.
And in this moment, you meet me there.
In this place I lay
Time has no meaning.
I cry to you, cursing my twisted realities.
You just hold me close,
whispering “child I know.
You are a light to your family,
Keep the faith, and you will see.
Continue the race,
Keep your eyes on me.”
Well done. Beautiful, deep expression of despair. Thank you for sharing.
I’m thankful the lord brought you through this, Teresa. God bless you for your faithfulness to share your story. don’t stop sharing your heart.