It had always been
something about this time of year
That knew just the
right way to push all of my buttons
Maybe it was because as
the days went by, hour after hour
Each day growing
shorter by mere minutes
I’d hold on to the only
thread of hope that was left
I knew it was there in
the sky
In heaven where my
great grandfather went
Ten years ago
I miss him, I never
stopped
Yet somehow each year
it gets worse
January has never been
a favorite of mine
All because of
depression
This year I’m doing
better
That’s what I always
tell myself
As a constant reminder
that things could be worse
But they aren’t
Not this time
Wherever there are
friends, music and laughter
There are moments to be
cherished
Keep moving forward
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