Challenge Yourself
By Fox-Trot-9
39: Thankful?
(Free Verse)
What am I thankful for?
Don't know. My family, I guess.
What am I really thankful for?
Don't have a fucking clue.
I find it really hard to be thankful
For anything after the longest day of my life.
Family's gonna be here tomorrow,
And all Mom's got to show for it is an injured foot
(She told me she heard something pop in her foot),
And all Dad's got to show for it are back and hip pains
(He told me for days on end that his back is painful),
And all I've got to show for it is a weary mind
(I can see my family falling apart in front of me).
It's 3:00 a.m., the Devil's hour;
I feel like the Devil himself has been dogging
My parents and myself during the last two days.
Constant fights, constant yelling, constant hate,
Constant regret, constant fear over what might happen.
It's been a series of ugly constancies this holiday season.
I guess expressing these ugly feelings
In meaningful words can give some comfort.
I think you call it "catharsis" or something,
But these words are only words.
Words can move the heart to feel,
But only when the heart is open to them.
Right now, my heart is cold and closing up,
Becoming like a stone,
Sealed up with tearless tears of regret,
Petrified in the looks of disapproving eyes
And disappointed expressions of pity or contempt.
Words only throw candles into a heart of darkness,
Casting ghastly rips of light through a tattered painting,
Revealing our worst fears behind brave masks
Of forced composures and fake smiles.
So what am I thankful for?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
(To be continued...)
A/N: This is how I feel right now... It sucks, but that's just the way it is...
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Challenge Yourself
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