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Muster up your seasonal joy but stare into a void of empty reserves, still too raw with loss to pretend the absence isn’t always standing at your back and breathing on your neck.

Excitement getting closer, but the lack of anticipation doesn’t even alarm you. You’re just too tired to try.

Peace at last within your deepest fear, time has changed you and there’s no going back to carefree moments where anything was possible and you had the optimisn to believe in miracles.

A world of darkness sets a perimeter of safety, able to smile within its walls, but still you wander to its edge time and time again.

My worth has been written but no one took the time to read it, now they make assumptions of their own and I am too hurt to shove the pages of my story for them to finally see.

Hear a whisper in the darkness and follow with a reckless longing, desperate to understand how to live now with no sight and no solid comfort sheltering your side.

Glimpse a person’s journey ahead of yours, having shared the same pain. Now they have found their happy start, and the hope for yours has rekindled.

Jealous of a dog who can refuse and pout and misbehave, but still be forgiven and treated with pampered privilege and loved unconditionally by all.

Hope to be surprised and pressure eased, burden shared, but knowing that’s not likely and the excuses keep them stationary while you run into exhaustion.

Choke on your smile of lies, hiding pain that keeps bubbling and breaking through cracks. Should you give in and see if the world comforts you? See if anyone cares?