If I could put to words
what this year was,
I would say--
****.
**** this ******* year.
Thirteen years into
the second millenium,
was as unlucky as the number
said it would be.
This year was about
being on my own,
being sad,
being alone.
Yet I found,
poetry, and that death
could never be the answer
to questions I'd rather not ask.
I found friends
in people halfway
across the whole
world.
Love from the people
of my kind--
poets--
who loved and despaired.
This year was not
the one I would remember;
because new beginnings
are often disguised
as painful endings.
So here is to
my new beginning.
Happy new year to my HP family. Thank you for your support through this wretched year. :)