25/31: holidays & heartache


a study of the soul

holiday sentiments sound hollow as they ring in my ears so i wonder if it’s my hearing or my heart that’s defective. this means so much more than words on a greeting card and happy faces and pretty presents wrapped and morning fires charred. we’re told there’s christmas cheer somewhere in our hearts but no matter how deep we search we know it is a lost cause from the start. coloured lights wrap round and round and round the prickly pine tree and our thoughts go round and round and round our heads to the point of insanity. there’s supposed to be hope and we’re supposed to feel love and there’s this sense of warmth and happiness that we see everyone else has but not us. all their candles are lit but we are left with a thickly blackened taper pressed between our palms that will not open its mouth…

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on December 26, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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