A New Year’s Tale
With the cold hand of death removed from her shoulder
She wonders into the unknown abyss
Tangles of regret at her feet
Snarls of disappointment at her side.
With each step she moves closer to the inevitable
The unknown reaching towards her
The putrid smell of fear fills her nose
The sour taste of failure overwhelms her.
Her steps slow with as the icy cold hand reaches for her once again
Her breath catches as the familiar chill fills her lungs
A single tear of despair rolls down her cheek
A twinge of nothingness fills her heart.
With strength unknown to her before she plods forward
Moving her feet with purpose and hope
A newborn cries in the woods
The sound fills her heart with hope.
The tangles and snarls give way to a rocky path
The putrid smells and sour taste become tolerable.
Her heart finds it’s purpose once more and beats loud in her ears
The frigid air warms ever so slightly.
Her feet move her with new purpose
Her fear allows for hope
She is not born anew as the year has been
She is fueled by the hope the new year’s baby brings.
Perhaps this year will be her year
Perhaps this year will bring her peace.
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