New year
New Me
. . . isn't that what we all say?
Yet
We still continue to make bad choices
Continue to degrade ourselves
Continue to try new diet fads
Continue to beg for attention
Continue to look for a new habit
A new addiction
Something to help make us feel better about ourselves
Yet
Every year I still look in the mirror and am still pondering
When I will love myself for who I am and can thrive in my own silence of being alone
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Black Water Rose
Thơ caDeep poems for the wandering, the lost, and those who are in between
