Autumn brings with it more cold and more rain, and a reminder that another year is quickly approaching its ending. Holidays bear down on us with the expectations of joyful Christmas surrounded by family and friends. The expectations are often too much to bear when one is alone, when one is despairing of loss, when one is despairing of the ending of the world as previously known.
Here are some poems I have written with the theme of despair:
DYING EMBER
Jasmine scented September morning; heat lingers at the edge of summer’s dying.
Not defeated this clinging summer sizzling-hanging on, refusal to quit.
At the bottom of my dark tunnel,
I struggle to glimpse the warmth waning like a dying ember.
Copyright 2018 Jenny W. Andrews
LONE SOUL
Despairing of being forgotten by a moving, advancing world.
Alone on a crowded planet. Drowning in the emptiness, reaching for the wind, anticipating rescue,
lone soul whispering, “save me from this nothingness.”
Copyright 2018 Jenny W. Andrews
LOOSE CHANGE
Monday is forever gone; I am not sure if it ever really existed,
or if it is I who have gone away.
I move through time and space and know that I cannot hold onto any of this; I know that it will all blink itself away.
What to do with this restlessness, with dreams I carry like loose change in the bottom of my purse?
Copyright 2018 Jenny W. Andrews
During this holiday season reach out to someone who is alone. Not everyone has family; not everyone has happy memories of the holidays. Depression increases during the darker, colder days of autumn and winter. This is a lonely planet. Reach out and make it less lonely.
Blessings.
Jenny W. Andrews