Visitations

A kind of 'Christmas Carol' adaptation! x

As the Ghost of winters' Past
Visits me
It's breath I find so painful,
The eyes bore into me

They remind of the hatred,
They remind me of the fear,
Remind me of a former self
I never can hold dear...

I did not receive the love,
It simply wasn't there.
So I grew into a wreck,
And for a while,
I stayed there

It was shaming for me to see,
For, although I had no guidance...
I still couldn't believe.

So, the Ghost of winters' Present,
It's coming very soon...

And, I hope, this Phantom of the chill,
Will console me with the moon

"It's very high, with no way up, but still, I think you could try...?"
Is what the Ghost of winters' present
Might just say when it calls by.

And yes, it's quite possibly impossible!
But hey, let's wait and see...
Let's aim our spear and reach up high,
You never know, what's waiting for you and for me

Just HAVE to keep on trying,
Forging on ahead -
But never push others aside,
Or tread on any heads!

Because, when climbing up,
It's nice to help your friends,
Lest, once you get up to the top,
Your loneliness won't make amends!

I wonder, if we'll make it,
I wonder 'what will be'?
And will the Ghost of Christmas Future
Come with smiles for you and me...?