A Month Of Mourning

December comes with a heavy tread,

A chilling weight, a heart turned red.

Once a time of joy and glow,

Now a season of sorrow I’ve come to know.

The death of a loved one, sharp and raw,

A pain that time cannot withdraw.

Their absence haunts the frosty night,

A missing star from Christmas light.

Voices clash where warmth should thrive,

People yelling, no peace survives.

The air, once filled with magic’s hue,

Now tainted with all we’ve been through.

Trauma strikes, not once, but more,

Each scar a wound, each wound a door.

Through which the past comes rushing back,

A tidal wave, a relentless attack.

No refuge here, no calm, no cheer,

Only memories sharp, and shadows near.

December, thief of what was whole,

You’ve left your mark upon my soul.

Where once the magic softly spoke,

Now lies the weight of what is broke.

A month of mourning, of pain profound,

In December’s silence, I am bound.

~RMC