By Rosie Bourget
With no time to rest
Christmas comes with sadness
Loneliness gets to me too
I have nothing to look forward to.
A life lived mostly by myself
I have done it all by myself
Nothing will fill my empty heart
That people ripped apart.
After all that happened in the past
Unless I am free at last
Joy at Christmas,
Oh no! I pass.
December 18, 2015
