Embers of Solitude

In the stillness of the hills, where solitude resides,
I find myself alone, where darkness gently hides.
The holidays have arrived, a season meant to share,
Yet I'm left with emptiness, a heart burdened with despair.

My oldest daughter, raising a family of her own,
Her joys and laughter now in a world apart, unknown.
The second oldest, distant and detached it seems,
Leaving behind moments cherished, like fragmented dreams.

The boys, with their mother, embracing a new start,
Creating memories anew, a family's beating heart.
But in this bitter cold, where the wind whispers its song,
I find myself longing for a love that feels so long gone.

My tent, a frail shelter against the rain and chill,
Fails to keep me warm, as hope begins to wilt and spill.
No hearth to gather 'round, no festive lights aglow,
Just the echoes of my solitude, where sorrow tends to grow.

No visitors venture forth, no messages arrive,
As silence wraps around me, a piercing, lonely dive.
The weight upon my heart, like a heavy burden pressed,
Leaves me yearning for connection, a touch to soothe unrest.

Yet in this desolation, a flicker of light remains,
A spark within my spirit that refuses to be tamed.
For within me lies resilience, a flame that still burns bright,
To find solace in the darkness, to illuminate the night.

Though the world may seem unkind, and loved ones far away,
In the depths of my own strength, I'll find my own display.
For the holidays may change, but the warmth within me stays,
A beacon of compassion, to guide me through the harshest days.

So, in this lonely season, I'll embrace the solitude,
Seek solace in the mountains, where nature's love exudes.
And as I gaze upon the stars, a symphony of light,
I'll find peace within my heart, and hold on to hope so tight.

For even in the cold, where shadows cast their art,
There lies a flame within me, a fire in my heart.
And though the holidays may pass, and loneliness may sting,
I'll cherish my own spirit, and let it softly sing.