Calosha Gomes

December reminds me
to pack all my memories
in the boxes I opened in January.

December reminds me
to check up on my soul,
my year-long battles,
and the love I shared.

Reminds me
to take a look at my cup—
and it was empty.

This time I gave everything.
This time I said what I hated.

Now sealed behind with duct tape.
Now sealed with wax,
it had me begging
for my respect. December has me wearing a scarf.
It is colder,
but with my warm smile
I am walking away.

December has me celebrating
my wins and my mistakes,
reminding me
every moment is a gift,
and life is better
when you enjoy the success
and the setbacks
the same way.

December has me overwhelmed
with tears of joy.

January will open new boxes for me,
and I can’t contain my joy.