Where's the spirit?

A Poem By Megan // 12/24/2007

Christmas feels different than it did before
I feel as if I'm standing before locked door
Things seem to be changing
I wish that they would stop
I feel as if more change would make my skull pop
I don't know what is wrong with me
I wish that I could find the key
To the door I cannot open
The door that I find locked
At every turn of the knob my head remains cocked
In confusion at the answers I can't seem to find
The locked portion of my very stubborned mind
Holds my Christmas Spirit
I wish I had the key
Then I could free
The joy that used to over come me
Every Christmas morning
When I saw my gifts under the tree

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THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I FELT!

THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I FELT!

Emily-Smileygirl (not verified) | Fri, 12/28/2007

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