We are talking about years,
Endeavors, dreams, moments.
A day has enough problems on its own,
And you are stronger than
You will ever think you are.
These scars, these ceremonial
Scars you bear, imprints
Proudly present to you
The true challenge of the heart.
2017, in the cold, calm winter, Germany,
January, prematurely, you will open
What you fought so hard for just to close
In hope of letting some healing in
And fiercely love again.
You will make space, bridges,
Towers, arrange your stars,
Set your cardboard, pick wild flowers,
Eat one cup of rice instead of two,
Do some sit-ups, and let yourself wait
And wait and wait
For her to get here.
Here, in the middle,
In the very scar you reopen.
Happy New Year.*
© 2017 J.S.P.