December Bleeds Your Memory

December Bleeds Your Memory

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

December Bleeds Your Memory

 

 

Christmases past are calling

as I settle into the abyss of darkness,

of days accumulating

like a January of snows.

The realm of your existence

is forever fleeting,

pulling me further away

from the precipice of death,

sequestering my consciousness

into the light

for December bleeds your memory.


© 2020 Kelly Scheppers


Author's Note

Kelly Scheppers
It has been a year of immeasurable loss. Let us pray for a better tomorrow, as we gather for another singing of "Auld Lang Syne".

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December is the month of my birth. I was born on a day guarded by angels according to tradition. My guardian angel has certainly earned its keep. I feel for those who have lost loved ones at this supposed happy time of year as it must make their loss more palpable with memories of cherished Holiday tidings. For me, it will always be more of a time of remembrance and reflection than celebration too, another year passing in my life. Bless.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

I tied the poem's reflection to New Year's Eve, knowing everyone would be able to relate to it. Actu.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

2 Years Ago

It's always a pleasure to read your work.
How can a December be happy when you are mourning family; so many others who couldn't celebrate Christmas because they were sick or dying... "the realm of existence is forever fleeting" ....a very true statement"....Trying to forget is impossible...there were so many souls taken.... Very well written!
Best Betty

Posted 2 Years Ago


Lost my mom in December.... it is a cold moth, emotionally and metaphorically, leaving bitter memories and frozen hearts that shatter in to winds....

lovwd your poem Kelly

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

Your presence is most welcomed and dearly missed. Thank you most kindly for making my day!
Winter bless your memory is a power line and statement. Christmas isn’t always a pleasant time for people; many are grieving.

Winter is depressing to me because of the cold and lack of color and add in missing someone you love and cherish and well you have what is describing this poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

December is the anniversary of my sister's death. When I wrote this in December 2020, in memory of .. read more
Poetic Beauty

3 Years Ago

So much loss and heartache. Take it one day at a time.
Wonderfully written. Beautiful work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

Thank you most kindly, Patty!
Really nicely phrased Kelly. A poem of hope after the terror of 2020.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

Thank you!
So sad to be reminded of our losses. Instead, perhaps on thinking of the sadness, it is best to think of all the happiness that preceded the loss.

Take care - Dave

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

Beautifully, and poignantly said, Dave. Thank you.
So moving Kelly. Loss is always an echo in the heart, certain months haunt louder than others...be safe my friend, good to read you, as always :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

What a pleasure it is having your presence here, Ruth. Wishing you much love in a cold world and th.. read more
Just shows how precious our time is when things around us are beyond our control. Another creative write Kelly.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

Much appreciated, Andrew.
Heart wrenching. It’s been a tough one. That’s for sure

Posted 3 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

3 Years Ago

I think we could all use a hug! Thank you, Matt.

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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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