this day means so mcuh to many.
to some, it is a wonderful day to be with their love and to be happy.
for others it is a day to hate without knowing why.
some are unaware of its passing,
while others try not to take notice.
it is a sad holiday for some,
some day of evil reckoning where their broken hearts are shown for the
world.
a day when they try to move on, but know they cannot.
when their words stick in their throat,
a day to mourn days gone past.
those few, those exalted few.
those that have found their other, thier other half, other side, their
true selves.
they float on petals of rosebuds throughout the day.
words come gleefully out of their mouths,
beautiful words,
they count themselves among Aphrodite's children,
herculean forces of love and life and beauty.
there are some, troubled and scorned by society, yet moreso by themselves,
who rue valentines day,
they quibble about its commerciality,
about how they are somehow far superior than the holiday and all its
followers for not taking part.
for having no love in their hearts, their heavy, hate-filled hearts,
hearts laden with troubles, blackened with self inflicted bruises,
battered by the world at large.
all this merely from a day.
from a day marked in calendars every 14th of february, merely with
"Valentines Day"
no such trouble comes from the 27 of september, nor from the 6 of july.
no excuse is granted for all sorts of extravagant behavior.
yet on this day, on this glorious day like no other,
Penned by
~ Chris Schroth
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