Winter

Winter depression

Like a warm hug in the cold

to feel less lonely.

Stranger oh stranger

Tell me how to feel less pain

to keep me alive.

Close my eyes to be

the one I always wanted

but could never be.

Mourning the death of

a beloved one is hard;

acceptance is too.

Life is too short to

cry and stop living;

let’s stop living then.

Can I be happy?

When remembering your pain

is all I do?

A hero is one

who smiles so that one’s children

can’t see the illness.

And yet you left us

all alone with nowhere to go.

It is cold outside.

What a sweet lie I

have to tell myself every

now and then to live.