It was Christmas
time across the world,
For most the pain of days past forgotten.
Shorter days, and longer nights gave no relief,
Knowing the pain would return, his only belief.
Had to still complete the tasks at hand,
He was but a man.
Chronic he now is,
Days without pain he remembers.
Wishing for relief, for just a few days,
His children he knows have games to play.
How he wishes he could join but knows he can’t finish,
For the pain like a thief will his pleasure diminish.
Try he will, but succeed still uncertain,
He puts his guard down and his head will start hurting.
A break he will take, when asked will say,
I am doing just fine, go back in and play.
I only know but for this beast would I be,
A Daddy like my children want me to be.
My life a mess I truly believe,
Then the gift of family comes back to me.
To let them down truly a shame it would be,
The Beast I fight and keep it to me.
For it’s Christmas time and my duty is clear,
The Beast will not win again this year.
Not matter how much I struggle alone,
My children and wife are my true throne.
For with them I win alone I may falter,
My life it is clear, My family my alter.
To us that battle no matter from where,
We too are family, an alter to share.
Give hope to each other no matter how hard,
Our love for each other, our true Christmas card.
