In the stillness of midnight, as the old year sighs, I welcomed the dawn with hope in my eyes.
Fireworks exploded, lighting up the skies,
Yet beneath the glimmer, a quiet ache lies.
Promises of joy danced like shadows around, but echoes of heartache resound so profound.
The laughter of others, a bittersweet sound, as whispers of dreams in the silence are found.
I thought this new chapter would bring me delight, a canvas unwritten, all colors so bright.
Yet here in the glow of the first morning light, I find only shadows where warmth felt so right.
Resolutions made with the best of intent, like leaves in the wind, seem to drift and dissent.
What once felt like freedom now feels like a tent, constraining my spirit, my will is spent.
The weight of the past lingers heavy and near, with memories haunting, they cloud what is clear.
I chase after happiness, but it disappears, as joy's gentle whisper gets swallowed by fear.
But amidst all the struggle, there's beauty to find, a strength in the sorrow, a thread intertwined.
For pain is a teacher, though harsh and unkind, It carves out resilience, it sharpens the mind.
So here I stand, at the threshold of time, embracing the lessons, the rhythm, the rhyme.
Though this year began with a steep, rugged climb, I'll honor each heartbeat; each struggle is mine.
For beauty and pain, like the moon and the sun, can coexist, hand in hand, until day is done.
With each step I take, there's a chance to rerun
The script of my story, this life has begun.
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Penny for a Poem
PoesíaI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
