New year, new me, or so the saying boldly declares.
On this day, we craft our resolution
Pronouncing how we will rise,
Shine brighter, come this new year:
To exercise more, to drink less,
To awaken that dormant passion.
Now is the moment of grand renewal.
Yet, we often break these pledges, me no exception,
Still, I sound the same trumpet of self-improvement.
This year, I will seek help, a defiant cry against depression’s grip.
No more will my mind deceive me with whispers of being worthless,
I will vanquish the dark thoughts that tell me death is a release.
I will find trust, confide in others, confront my demons,
And uncover old wounds despite their bleeding ache
This year I'm determined to grow closer to my father,
Though his absence has carved resentment,
I long for reconciliation before time escapes us.
I am intent on reviving bonds with loved ones,
Family, friends, maybe see that estranged brother.
I will also indulge in a new passion, perhaps photography,
Embrace the outdoors, and marvel at the beauty of earth
Maybe write more poetry in nature to become inspired
My poetry shall flourish, unburdened by the weight of opinion,
Should my words reach even one soul, my mission stands.
This is also the year I try to be lonely no more
Friendship will be bravely looked for despite my fear,
Fear will not hinder my need for connection.
So, reach out, Illinois-bound or distant soul, to share in kindred spirit.
This year, I will pay a visit to my brother’s grave,
In the time since his departure, a heavy burden covered me
I will shed that blame, releasing myself from the illusion
That I could have held back fate’s cold-blooded hands.
This year I seek forgiveness
for him, for me, in hope’s gentle light.
This year I will remain sober,
And next year I will make that pledge again,
And every year after.
For, alcohol has woven threads of pain
and loss into my life’s tapestry,
So, to rise above and succeed in my resolve,
I must stop trying to numb the pain
This year, kindness shall be my gift to myself.
Each morning, I will face the mirror and see the beauty within,
For beauty lives in all of us despite our battles, past and present.
Now, as for love... Despite my stepmothers gentle nudging
Might not be in my quest this year; healing must come first,
But if love finds me, I shall not turn it away.
Yes, this is my yearly pledge,
Laced with deep hope and bright optimism.
And should I stumble along the way,
No single setback will bar my path.
Yes, these are my new year resolutions
What dreams and vows shape yours?
