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Dear quarter century, I write to you not because you were easy, nor because I didn’t meet days that made me question why. Dear quarter century, it is with immense pleasure I stand in a quiet night… breathing in fresh air, amidst sleeping flowers that bear witness to the silent battles you and I fought. Days when giving up almost felt like an option. Moments when you held me in a chokehold so tight I nearly cried. Yet through it all, I’ve realized something simple and profound: in the last half-decade, you became the year that gifted me stability, deep reflection, and perhaps—just a little—inner peace. I laughed. I loved. I probably even hated parts of the over 300 days we shared. But as I now dance to the soft hymns of nostalgia, I see clearly that the pain was only preparation for what lies ahead. As your final days unfold, I look toward the horizon, and I’m certain it’s filled with greatness beyond bounds. Swaying my hips into days where I no longer feel empty; but strengthened. A future where your brothers and I meet not in chaos, but in quiet moments of relief. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll look back and say, Weh. What a year 2025 was. —Bellah
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Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
A Gentle Turbulence
Dear quarter century, I write to you not because you were easy, nor because I didn’t meet days that made me question why. Dear quarter century, it is with immense pleasure I stand in a quiet night… breathing in fresh air, amidst sleeping flowers that bear witness to the silent battles you and I fought. Days when giving up almost felt like an option. Moments when you held me in a chokehold so tight I nearly cried. Yet through it all, I’ve realized something simple and profound: in the last half-decade, you became the year that gifted me stability, deep reflection, and perhaps—just a little—inner peace. I laughed. I loved. I probably even hated parts of the over 300 days we shared. But as I now dance to the soft hymns of nostalgia, I see clearly that the pain was only preparation for what lies ahead. As your final days unfold, I look toward the horizon, and I’m certain it’s filled with greatness beyond bounds. Swaying my hips into days where I no longer feel empty; but strengthened. A future where your brothers and I meet not in chaos, but in quiet moments of relief. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll look back and say, Weh. What a year 2025 was. —Bellah
Cheers to the days that made us better.
Bellah
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F/Nigeria
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
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