The Season

The season with the reason is here, to be jolly and to share, to love and to care, but most are faced with despair, hopelessness that derive from the hardship when compared.

The season with the reason is here, to be joyful and to be happy, to let someone feels special, to laugh with him, to open your arms unto her, unfortunately the door that once welcome you is now closed, closed permanently.

The season with the reason is here, to, "shop til yu drop", to "clap til yu hand dem black". Not again. I can't even find, "choch from", much less a, " dine first drop inna di pot". No, its not like that anymore.

The season with the reason is here, when family and friends draw near, to comfort, to wipe away each other tears, to cuddle, to lend a helping hand, to aid each others pain. Now my hands are tied, bound and trap. I am unable to share.

Mark Burrell
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