the year
began on a high,
in all the ways that matter,
wrapped in an undeterred will
to hold onto things
tight enough for them to chafe,
just because you can;
and a naive optimism
for all the chapters
you're about to pen
as you venture into the unknown
just enough
to become someone else.
the year
ends, spent and empty,
trickling with ink
from pages and pages
of unfinished chapters,
that your hands,
now lined with labour,
must close and instead,
unwrap the inevitable helplessness
that comes with accepting
that while your will is big,
it's also sharp at its edges;
blink twice and it will prick you.
sometimes the only way
to stop the bleeding
is to open your fist
and let somethings go;
and the only way to change everything
and dive into the unknown
is by taking a step back
and walking through
all that is known.
YOU ARE READING
shadows and silhouettes
PoetryContinuation to Words Unsaid: Wattpad won't let me add more poems to Words Unsaid, so everything I've written in 2023 and after, can be found here!
