New Year

new

never been before

whiteboard of possibility

waiting to be written

old

events, happenings, experiences

memories etched in psyche

rich dark soil of possibility

darkness, my old friend

stay in the cave or find crack of light

repeat or repair

cling or release

2020

wounds, individual and collective surface

damn the old, get out, be gone

return my sacred distractions

2021

a year of coming of age

if we will

heed the call to heal

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