The New Year
I stood at the opened door
And looked into the New Year.
My loved ones were there
half-asleep in our future plan.
They weren’t ready, but then,
Neither was I.
I saw the shadows of the present
Float across the land and drift to
The great waters of the Atlantic.
This, the plan, would be where
We would live to see the sun set
On a distant horizon.
I know I can move through the year
Along the paths we have decided to
choose,
But I’m hesitant as the lack of
Courage lifts me up on a breeze of
The unknown.
I want to be drenched in hope and
expectation,
Yet, my mind persuades me to sit in
silence
As the Old Year breathes out its
final breath.
I’m not at the beginning, no.
I’m merely standing at the opened
door
Of the New Year’s
Inexhaustible tomorrows.
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| Pedro Ramos ~ Unsplash |
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