I wanted to wake
to this new year with joy and
lightness of being
but instead tears slide
unbidden down the cheeks of
another morning
why did I think that
a calendar page turning
would change anything
I’m tired of grief
this sadness and loneliness
all weighing me down
I want to wake with
a fresh, new heart opened
to new beginnings
perhaps tomorrow
my tender, healing heart will
rise with the new sun
and a new year will
harken on the horizon
of healing and hope
“perhaps” it’s such a
hopeful word, filled with
possibility
