Feeling listless as I see the spread of Christmas fare strewn in the living room
Waiting to feel the boundless energy to lift weightless imagined burdens that keep me from opening the first box
Delving into my memories and the senseless repetition of unachievable forgetting
Wishing to become fearless, face the future, moving in a new direction or
Wallowing in needless frustration with what is gone and start anew
Living is never flawless, so I open the box, sort the good thoughts and find a temporary future.