Frantically Grand

Well that was unexpected

Holidays full of cheer

Unfortunately not for me

This year

I spent the day alone

On a vast lake

Kicking stones

Cheap words were yelled

From my own mother dispelled

So there I was one hour later

All alone

Hours of walking 

Trying to understand

What was just laid

To rest in my hands

Frantically grand

I work my foot into the sand

As I stand

Mist on my face

This is my new way of living

On Thanksgiving

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