Winter break.

School is out, snow is falling, Christmas is coming.

Yet my young heart is lonely.

Surrounded by family

A dark shadow never leaves.

Restful sleep eludes me.

I am bored.

I am teary.

I step on my bed

lean my arms on the windowsill.

There it stands.

The cross on Armour Hill.

Built on top of Lovers Lane.

It towers over the City of Lights.

Like a beacon

it comforts me.

Provides solace.

Reassurance.

My loneliness abates.