Like a buoy that caught up in a tide,
Inside a world full of storm ride,
Unstable,
Yet, calm as the eye of the storm,
Bright,
Yet, blind to the wind in the storm,
The She,

You stayed for as long as a blink,
Only to live in my pages as an ink,
Promised myself to turn the page,
Hoping you'd stay in my book cage,

They say, "Poetry favors introverts,"
But, of course, if oxygen does extroverts,

"Poetry truly loves & feeds on misery,"
But, of course, as she does on anything,

New year is a reminder,
That everyday is a new day,
A new day to breath & breath again,
To let go of what lies behind,
And strain forward to what lies ahead,
Live more to give more than to receive,
To start over and forgive,
And most of all to be grateful,
Thank God it's a new day,

Happy New Year to you all,
With so much love,
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With the world pushing her to fit in,
Her Rebel soul fighting not to give in,
She became anomaly to the custom,
And it gave her misery for a wisdom,

"I need to refill my light," said the Moon wondering behind the world,
"Come out," whispered the Sun, "I'll bath you with my light even if I get burned."

Pain is never his strongest suit,
So he gave himself a gift of anger,
To shun the pain from sinking in,
The world gave him the seeds of madness,
So he gave himself a bundle of pain,
To hide behind agony from himself,
The He;