A Diary From Noone

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Dancing out 2017

Sitting on the frosted curb,
Left with a sprinkle of premature December snow,
Whilst delicately seperating my festive mince pie,
Like breaking bread in church,
Preparing bite size portions,
In order to waste not,
And leave not,
A telling trail of crumbs and succulent fruit.
Tis Yuletide once more!
2017 has passed with the lightening speed of a Polaroid camera flash,
Had me Waltzing around the ballroom,
Frantically changing style,
The purposeful march of the Tango,
The military Quick Step,
The merriment of Jive,
Freestyle contemporary,
Dirty Meringue,
Repetative schottische,
The Rumba in my feet,
The Samba in my mind,
Picking up pace,
And then falling behind,
The manic Quick Step,
And monotonous Two Step,
Frozen in the Spotlight,
And dancing in the rain,
All in twelve months,
My very own,
“Marathon ’33” endurance test,
Bewildered at how I ended up in this wretched contest!?
Competing with my past,
Struggling in the present,
Unenthusiastic about the future,
Fatigue engulfing both my body and mind,
Whilst the other contendors race ahead,
Leaving me behind.
Finally,
I sit,
I notice that my bruised and swollen feet,
Pang in tune with the beat of my mirroring heart,
My exterior,
In this delicate moment,
Where I have stolen a moment,
To stop,
Paints a picture of a tired,
Yet recovering soul,
But let it fool you not,
As I am still stuck down the rabbit hole,
It is here when I decide whether I want to crawl out,
And I do,
Without a shadow of a doubt,
But tis a complicated process,
I cannot merely scream and shout,
Rely fully on others to get me out,
But your love,
Support,
Empathy,
Consideration,
Patience,
And understanding,
Would help the log fire of my being,
Not fully burn out,
Give me the motivation to get up,
And keep dancing it out,
Demanding change,
As I dance free of the chains,
That have held me captive this 2017.

“Merry Blooming Christmas!”

Someone once said,
“The most perfect present, is time!”
I would say that I mostly agree,
After all,
Currently,
And I quote with festive song,
“Tis the season to be jolly,
Fala laa la la laa la laa la la”!
As it is indeed,
The one and only,
Yuletide,
It has sprung itself upon us once more.
So grab a glass,
And raise a toast with me,
Mulled Wine,
Bailey’s,
Port,
And sherry,
Cruise first class,
With a smile,
And try to enjoy,
Don’t screw up your face like a pug,
Acting like Scrooge would,
And saying,
“Bah Humbug”!
It’s Christmas time,
Get on board now,
As the actual day doesn’t last,
After all the rushing,
And stuffing,
It always, always ends way to fast!
I shall prolong this gift of time,
And so I am getting it in early,
With the more positive words of Tiny Tim,
“Merry Christmas one and all”!
Let us feast on bountiful treats,
Drink and be merry,
Spend time with friends and family,
Sharing kindfulness,
And sparing thoughts,
For those less fortunate,
Let the love in our hearts shine,
For those that have left us,
Are with us,
And those to come,
As one of my last poems from 2017,
And my oh my what a year it has been,
The highs and lows will soon no longer matter,
Not long now,
Until we get to swipe the slate clean,
Merry Blooming Christmas Everyone!!!
From,
No One 🤗

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