Your Sixth ChristmasI unwrapped the presents today.I imagined your little face lighting up when you saw what Santa had gotten you. I guess you’d never grow up to realize Santa isn’t real, would you?I looked at your picture today. I haven’t seen you since a week before Christmas. That’s two weeks ago. Two. You’ve been able to count well passed two for a while now. I guess you’ll never be able to read to me though, will you?I sat in your room today. Right on your round, blue carpet by your bed. It was cold. I don’t bother turning the heat on anymore. Oil never brought real warmth to this house, you did. Now it’s chilled over, constantly. I guess we’ll never sing about you being my sunshine again, will we?I wanted to die today. At least in death I’d have you back. Back in my arms. I remember when you were first born, I loved you so much. My love only grew as the few years you had flew by. I guess you’ll never hear me say that I love
HappinessStanding out in the wind,On a cold gray day.You’re ready to go in,But then the sun peeks out.Run to it!Bask in it,You’re feeling it’s warmth when—The clouds come back out.Seeing that white tuft,And running for it.The dandelion fluff,And the wish it holds.You grab for it.Run for it!You almost have it when—It slips through your fingers.Some else’s warmth,When their arms are around you.A feeling known since birth,It’s comfortably familiar to you.You hold onto them,They are holding you back!You’re feeling loved when—They let you go.The sound of a bird singing;You catch a glimpse of it.To its beauty you are clinging;Beauty is rare—remember it.You are entranced,Capture this moment!You’re hypnotized when—The bird takes flight.All of these things,These moments of beauty.They make your heart sing,They fill you with peace.But they never last long,These moments of peace.A blink and they
Ana'Too little!' the friends scream...'Too much,' Ana whispers...I listen to Ana.'Not enough to you!' the doctors cry...'Far too much,' Ana snips.I believe Ana.'Please, you need it!' the counselors plead...'No, you do not.' Ana yells...I bow to Ana.'Stop, please, don't do this to yourself,'' they all whimper...'Find some control, you're not beautiful yet,' Ana tells me...Ana is the only one not lying to me.They are wrong.Ana knows what is right for me...I know what's right for me, too.Ana is.