In December

In December when you don't know where to go or who to see,

when the howling wind blows through the hollow trees,

you'll see her there beside the icey lake,

 wondering if her life has just been one big mistake,

in December when the frozen leaves crunch beneath your feet,

 and the sky is gray and thick with somber snowflakes falling down

,so gently that you can hear them land on the choppy waters of your mind,

 you'll hear her  whisper in a quiet voice,

 was this world my only option ,did I ever have a choice?

In December there will be no carols sung nor trees with sparkling lights,

only a dim candle with wax trickling into the night,

 she'll wright down her final thoughts for the loved one's that she's known,

leaving only a trace in this world of the joy she thought she couldn't own,

they will find her there in the cold morning rain,

in the house in which she endured so much pain,

and she'll never know just how loved she was,

 because  in December she'll  be in the heavens abouve,

in December the angels will cry and the saints will remind us of stories long forgotten in book we remember so seldom in our lives,

she'll be free from the desperate cries,

from the dancing thoughts and swirling fears,

 it's a humbling reminder not to overlook  the tears no one believed were real,

In December there will be a fresh fallen snow,

so white and pure you surely will know,

 that it's her way of saying goodbye,

 that she's been watching over you with a gentle eye,

and if you ever feel the way she did,

you can look up to the gray December sky,

and know you are not alone.....