a Poem by Raquel Swann

Christmas comes but once a year

Pick your poison – wine or beer

Maybe the hard stuff is what you crave

Not too much – you must behave

Terrible thoughts formed into words

Flying freely like wild birds

Aimed at those who pained your soul

They can’t take it and you’re the troll

Although you feel there is every right

Incoherent slurring ruins the night

They deserve to know how you feel

All your secrets, you reveal

That somehow in this vessel you don’t belong

They knew you for years – you must be wrong

The inner demons that tear you apart

Look forward to a new year and a brand new start

Just when hopes tear at the seams

Do you what makes you happy and follow your dreams.