Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The night stretches on and on
darkness lives forever without you.
The ache of loss of never was
becomes intolerable heartache at night.

Morning is interminable eons away
the light of day forever out of reach.
Dawn’s hurt held at bay by the night’s
cruelest possessive grip.

Loneliness conspires with the deep suffocating blackness of night.
Its presence permeates lungs and heart
destroying the fading light of hope.

Lights twinkling on a huge evergreen
Christmas tree
Memories so very precious to me

The scent of pine wafting
in the air
Often I wish I could go back there

Homemade fudge bubbling
on the stove
Gnarled fingers stirring with love

Gone away are those who
made it so
Left behind I stand alone in the snow

On this Christmas night
of nights
Do I follow them or continue to fight?

The luster of Christmas
worn away by time
Would that I could make it again shine

The day you realize you are not
the center of your children’s universe.
And you realize you were not
the center of your parents universe.

The moment you realize you are not
your best friend’s, best friend.
And you realize you were not
ever truly anyone’s best friend.

The second you realize you are not
number one in your lovers life.
And you realize you were not
number one in any lover’s life.

The instant you realize you are not
the most important person in your life.
And you realize you have never been
the most important person in your life.

The realization that being alone
is the only true realization of all.

In response to Charli Mills @ Carrot Ranch’s prompt – December 19: Story Challenge in 99-words write a story about beauty beyond the grave.

Darkness settled around me, through me, lifting me from my pain-racked body. The agony slipped away like fine silk, releasing me from its vicious cocoon. I became the wind, floating even lighter than the air. I was the force behind the wind, pushing forward, gliding up and leisurely floating back down.

Beneath me a lake frozen hard by winter’s frigid breath. Lights twinkled all around the glistening surface, reflecting back into the black night, through me.

Skaters moved gracefully across the icy playground. Christmas Carols rang gently in the breeze with me, as I followed in the skaters wake.

Loneliness looking in from outside
painful
Loneliness excluded from within
excruciating
Loneliness without hope
debilitating
Loneliness darkens sunny days
dims the brightest lights

Extinguishes the faltering flame

In response to Di’s (pensitivity101) Three Things Challenge #M547 SLEEP, RESTLESS, TIRED

Sleep eludes me
Restless legs exhume me
Tired consumes me

In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #633

Dazzling icy crystals cover a night sky
in the midst of a midwinter storm
Yearning eyes gaze toward the heavens
hanging heavy with distant stars

Struggling to unravel the mysterious
cast of characters and stories
A beacon to a world in slumber
within the realm of blackness

Home wrapped in the old down quilt
bittersweet memories assault me
The night grows longer and colder
try to remember I just want to go home

The beat of her heart is unmistakable
her sound completely
immutable

Yet those who are in the know
are now found to be wholly
unaccountable

Her streams once ran cold and clear
now reflect only the Mother’s tears
unforgivable

Although her heart grows weary
her core is strong and totally
unconquerable

Trespassers and destroyers beware
do not abandon and leave her broken
you are the ones

dispensable

In response to Rochelle’s 100 Word
Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt 12/08/23

These family’s shoes all used and so well worn, except for little baby Björn’s. His tiny feet have no need for covering though, his knees could use a padding or two. Tell a story of life well lived, a home filled with love and care.

There’s shoes for lovely Rochelle, another bigger pair for our boy Keith. Beside that a newer set, must be those of Sadje and her side-kick, Di.

The biggest pair by the basket and caked with mud, are Bartholomew’s of course, he loves to trudge through cemeteries and canyons alike, searching for we haven’t a clue.

Anticipation like a flower grows
from long established fertile soil
worked well with hands so slow

With each rise of that golden sun
the frozen past melts away
a fresh new day has just begun

The promise of good health
received with each warm caress
of sun’s rays extravagant wealth

Waiting day by day and hour
by hour for the nourishment
of spring and summer showers

Facing the cold with steel reserve
roots gone deep to protect the core
alone and bound with leaves furled

A glimmer of hope when a warm day breaks winter’s cloying wrath
then night fades the glow away