My mind resides
Where my face won’t show
An oxymoron
A warm winter glow
I’ll paint a picture
Of a winter I know
Framed by Yuletide
And seasonal snow
An image of care
I reap what I sew
For even the selfless
Need a place to go
After seven semesters
Where I let my soul contort
For those I never wished to know
I come back home to a space
That renews in the old
And four familial walls
Where I make myself whole
For blood I always wish to hold
I see crimson flames for show
And cinnamon smoke afloat
Yes, it’s similar
To what I felt four years ago
But now, I am content
With all that remains unknown
The daylight rarely shows its face
Sky eye shines in brief fits of waves
Yet it’s never enough
To put a frown on my face
The night is dominant in daze
The moonshine is strong in blaze
Yet it’s never enough
To put a smile in place
In the middle of a room
The distance from the fireplace
And a frigid headspace
In the midst of a feeling
The space between new-fashioned nights
And the good old days
Yes, being content was okay
Until one night
When what was good enough
Became great:
The night of the twenty first—
The longest of the year—
Elicits the time to reflect
On past haze, which grows near
The smell of spruce emanates
The sound of bells reverberates
The twenty-first I celebrate
Though second thoughts interrogate
The handcrafts I make
May never go to good use
This doubt shakes me awake
But these nights I will never refuse
The surprises I initiate
May haunt my future lives
But death need not to wait
For I embrace a hopeless fight
I may never fall asleep
With a soft hand to hold
But on this night:
The earth embraces me
And comforts my soul
I fall asleep in bliss
Drowned in Hygge’s undertow
This night reminds me:
I’ll always have something to give
Despite nothing to show.
Happy three years to my first poetry collection, Deadly Grievances.
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