New Years – Poem

 

New Years makes me emotional
it makes my stomach twist
it makes me think about
what has and hasn’t happened yet

some years I spend wearing glitter
in bright and bursting lights
and some years I seem to find myself
in pjs by 10, watching the ball drop
from my couch
at midnight

 

I’m not sure that it matters
where you spend your new year’s eve
at least I don’t think that’s the reason why
I’m anxious every year at 11:53

I think it’s more the starting over
and cheersing to the old
to waving goodbye to all I was
in hopes of being new and bold

News Years isn’t comfortable
it’s full of the unknown
it’s brimming with potential
it paves the way for letting go

so even in it’s good
I find it makes me sad
to start anew and leave behind
the journey that I had

I’m not fond of staring over
or change or unknown plans
I like neatly tied up boxes
and knowing what comes next

but a new year means new plans
and things that haven’t happened yet
and no matter what I do or say
I can’t see what happens next

so here’s to being scared
of all that is to come
to finding joy and giving grace
to feeling sacred and growing pains

to embracing change
to remembering the past
to being somewhere in the middle
to knowing this year will go too fast

to hopes, and dreams, and plans, and change

to simply knowing it’s ok

to not know it all,
on New Year’s day

 

All my Love Always,

Annie