December...

my sanctuary in this ocean

of thousand memories

some are worth just

peeking through

the others reminesce



life like blackness

and enchantment

had gone to overkill

i stir up and

ill roll up time

to fight this

winter chill



cuts of the past ill

let them heal

and try not to remember

lock the bad years in a box

and exit through december.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

december is a gate.

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