It’s a New Year

And some things feel old:

A quiet moon,

Laundry on my bed,

Hope in my heart

Feelings in my head.

I want to move the mental

Out—down to my toes.

I want to know the shimmer

And shake of energy’s light,

Let it grow wings so

My heart can take flight.

I plant what’s past on the edge of my bed

Dream the present into a future I believe.

Night takes hold. Late becomes early.

I ease into now and relieve

Hurt with forgiveness and joy.

I let go of all I know

To open a door that leads to a place

Where life’s promise flows with grace.

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Editor: Bryonie Wise