Festive Past Life Poem by ShelleyAnne Stanworth

Dreading the winter as the days pass by
Wild like the raging storms I am the sky
The hammering rain and sleet express my cry
While thunder roars as me screaming why
Cant pretend the past memories are a cruel lie
Which are swamping the festivities that I try
To forget were once the days I watched you die.

And all I do all year long I force the fight
Against the grief inside that drains my might
Which I usually conceal from my loved ones sight
But sorrow descends on this months blustery night
As once among the decorations out went a light
That was more beautiful to me than the stars are bright
It was more beautiful to me than the world in white.