Three Days after Thanksgiving
November 29, 2015
Three days after Thanksgiving with Christmas ‘round the bend,
But after that, I can only hope my personal nightmare ends,
For it’s no fun at Holiday time fearing what the future holds,
And I just hope that whatever awaits me is big, bright, and bold.
For years, I’ve been in limbo, one foot on a banana peel—
A squishy, slippery yellow skin pressed firmly ‘neath my heel—
While the other foot’s been dangling over Hell’s gaping maw,
A swirling red-and-black abyss line by two fang-laden jaws,
And for as long, I’ve stood there, perched oh so precariously,
With one ill-timed step either way meaning the end for me.
‘Twas a test of mental fortitude. That I can safely say,
And when it came to my survival, I could have sworn, “No way!”
Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, for I’ve cheated damnation twice,
But I’ve no time to sigh with relief, for though said relief’s been nice,
I’m in the midst of my third trial, and as it has often been said,
Third time’s a charm, and it’s been “getting warm,” hence my dread.
Who knows if I’ll make it this time ‘round after all I’ve been through?
There’s only so much I can take, after all, and I fear my luck’s through.
Even if I play my cards right, I might find myself outplayed
Once and for all, and poof! There goes every last plan I’ve made.
So much for prosperity. So much for success.
So much for fame, fortune, and comfort, should I fail this test.
So much for becoming the financial backbone of my family.
So much for my loved ones finally relying upon me.
Such are the odds I face—purgatory or paradise—
And needless to say, between these two, the latter sounds all too nice,
For in reality, the likeliness of such a turn
Is next to nothing. Thus, I expect that in Hell I’ll burn.
There is a slight chance I’ve got, though, to turn the tables on Fate
And earn myself an outcome I can better appreciate.
It’ll take much time and effort on my behalf, I’ll admit,
But if said effort and time are all it’ll take, then screw it!
I’m sick of sitting here like a book collecting dust on my shelf.
I’m sick of weeping here in the dark, feeling sorry for myself—
Especially ‘round the Holidays when everyone else is merry
Wearing smiles even when faced with what even they can call scary.
Time and again, I’ve tried to grasp my one way ticket out
Of this hellish hole I’ve been tucked in, yet all my dreams flew south
For the winter like geese, leaving me begging, “Please! Get me out of here!
I can’t stay in this situation for another week, month, or year.
My future hasn’t even started they way others’ have in days past,
And if I stay any longer, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.”
Granted, I may have myself to blame in one regard or another,
But I’ll still do what it takes to redeem myself for Heaven, brother.
I don’t want to dread Christmas any more than I currently do,
Nor do I want to dread what lies beyond, be the day white or blue.
I wish to enjoy the Holidays like most everyone else,
But until I can, I must straighten out this situation with myself,
So please work with me this year, Fate, so that my dreams come true
And I’ll at last know prosperity, which will last my whole life through.
I know what sins I’ve caused to bring upon myself this curse,
And I’ll do what it takes to redeem myself, for better or worse.
All that I ask of you, Fate, is that you meet me halfway,
For I need your cooperation to see that I see a brighter day.
This life has been a nightmare for me, and one that must end.
I’m done with drama and wish to see a brighter day ‘round the bend.
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