Good to Be Writing

This year’s finally dying

and I’m glad to see it go,

false profits, mindless drama

heart break and not enough snow.

Early mornings I spent crying;

my dearest Athena, rest in peace.

You were you truly exuberant,

now I’m broken to say the least.

I can’t sleep at night anymore

days seem shorter than they’ve been,

I may fall or crawl the walls

 but at least it’s good to be writing again.

So many dreams dashed

so many promises crushed,

I haven’t had a drop to drink

my head’s as heavy as a lush.

I have lived more than I should have

and all lessons learned in time.

You have to be disappointed to know joy

and pushed to know the line.

I’m looking forward to January,

knowing now the combination,

to the lock that opened my eyes

teaching me silent contemplation.

Maybe a good snow storm and a candle

would move the gravity of my pen

I’ll come out of my room when I’m ready

but at least it’s good to be writing again.