On the Night Before Christmas
Idle weekends give way to idle thoughts. Shrieks break the silence and send hearts flying high. Only thing to calm the moment is a drink from the can. A passing of another moment seems to bring back the silence that once held the stability of the night. A soothing song plays in the background but only can work so well over the noise that seems to permeate all other noises, including his best attempts to relax.
A door opens and in enters another character; another dangerous chemical to the concotion brewing in the musky, moldy cauldron. A fizzle and a snap bubble from the top and more explosions of emotion erupt.
It's only a matter of time before the great dam, that holds it all together breaks loose and out comes the flood of what shouldn't be released to anyone. Pressure builds and there isn't much to do to repair the damage that has been done.
There are the obviously attemptable solutions like alcohol, drugs, other not so pg ideas. But what's the use. It's there in the back of his mind, poking at his brain and posing a constant reminder to him that it will always be there. Drowning himself in school and work doesn't seem to bring him any shelter because in those toilsome moments his mind still seems to drift back to those agonizing memories.
Sacrifices have to be made. Someone will get hurt. Someone will try to step in and make sense of it all. But no one really and truly knows. No one but God truly knows what the situation is. People that try to sympathize just do so to safe face, but people can't really relate all the time. How can someone really try to help when they haven't been through what he has been through? It's infuriating. It's frustrating is what it is. And it drives him up the wall when others try to give him half-assed advice that doesn't require much thought.
Minute by minute, hour by hour, it seems that the night ticks slowly by until the desk is littered with cans and his mind is numb. Black tears are falling.
He didn't know what to do before and now he doesn't know how to get through the rest of his life. Like groping in the darkness for the path that will lead him to where he needs to go. Constant distractions try to tempt him to leave his course, like distant Sirens that would utterly destroy him. Only his determination can keep him safe and true, but he knows that in the end not everyone will be happy and not everyone will come out on top. Life is not a hallmark special, but he knows that in the end not all friendships or relationships are what they used to be. People fall away and he can't help but come to terms with it.
Forcing out the tears doesn't even help release the anguish that hides behind his eyes. Another night alone with his thoughts. Another night to hide away and try to make sense of the illogical things that seem to shackle him from becoming something more.
A door opens and in enters another character; another dangerous chemical to the concotion brewing in the musky, moldy cauldron. A fizzle and a snap bubble from the top and more explosions of emotion erupt.
It's only a matter of time before the great dam, that holds it all together breaks loose and out comes the flood of what shouldn't be released to anyone. Pressure builds and there isn't much to do to repair the damage that has been done.
There are the obviously attemptable solutions like alcohol, drugs, other not so pg ideas. But what's the use. It's there in the back of his mind, poking at his brain and posing a constant reminder to him that it will always be there. Drowning himself in school and work doesn't seem to bring him any shelter because in those toilsome moments his mind still seems to drift back to those agonizing memories.
Sacrifices have to be made. Someone will get hurt. Someone will try to step in and make sense of it all. But no one really and truly knows. No one but God truly knows what the situation is. People that try to sympathize just do so to safe face, but people can't really relate all the time. How can someone really try to help when they haven't been through what he has been through? It's infuriating. It's frustrating is what it is. And it drives him up the wall when others try to give him half-assed advice that doesn't require much thought.
Minute by minute, hour by hour, it seems that the night ticks slowly by until the desk is littered with cans and his mind is numb. Black tears are falling.
He didn't know what to do before and now he doesn't know how to get through the rest of his life. Like groping in the darkness for the path that will lead him to where he needs to go. Constant distractions try to tempt him to leave his course, like distant Sirens that would utterly destroy him. Only his determination can keep him safe and true, but he knows that in the end not everyone will be happy and not everyone will come out on top. Life is not a hallmark special, but he knows that in the end not all friendships or relationships are what they used to be. People fall away and he can't help but come to terms with it.
Forcing out the tears doesn't even help release the anguish that hides behind his eyes. Another night alone with his thoughts. Another night to hide away and try to make sense of the illogical things that seem to shackle him from becoming something more.