Holidazed
weather shifts
invitations arrive
decorations appear
joyful, joyful is the call
joy does not always come
though somehow I make it through
memories of loved ones departed bring back grief and heartache
family resentments are added to the hidden pile of sadness and secrets
upkeep of my stylized life becomes a weight of isolation and despair
answers are fleeting
understanding is at my fingertips
joy beckons from a distance
and yet
’tis the season
of joy
heartache
secrets
despair
and somehow I make it through