Christmas Day

From the fog I emerged
opposing the the needle
as the road submitted to
my acceleration the white
line broken merging with
my constant velocity 
driving me to return
to the childhood past
to celebrate the traditions
with the living half of whom
gave me life the one
with whom I fought 
disappointed despaired by 
my difference
lacking in conformity 
and sometimes
I hurt from the flippancy
annoyed by the hesitancy
we found our common 
ground learning to understand
and built our bond beyond
duty and blood ties
to become friends comfortable
in our company and coexistence.
Listening to my philosophy 
caring about my problems
Now when my words are
misunderstood, is
not from lack of comprehension.
Just a lack of hearing.
- Ciaran Burke