The Happy Holiday

Sallow lights,
foggy skies
white snow,
face-nibbling December-cold;
I remember, not so cold before.

But this is a happy holiday,
for after all the time of being numb
now I'm feeling all over again,
my heart soaked in misery,
finally breathing in some pain.

So I bought myself a brush
and painted a Christmas tree,
painted hope on the ceiling,
I painted God above me,
angels on the floor,
I drew myself a window, an exit, a door..
I set warmth to the vain wall;
hung pictures of those I've loved,
but have glimpsed no more.

I watered then,
my solid face,
cried some spirit,
lost my breath...
I wept some life,
sobbed some death.

But this is, a happy holiday,
for after all the time of being numb,
now I'm feeling all over again,
my heart soaked in misery,
finally breathing OUT the pain.

by: Rania Moallem