is it okay if i don’t have plans for 2018neither hopes nor aspirationsa year too old for tight jeanstoo new for loose goalsmy thoughts are like the tea leaves in my cupmostly dumped at the bottomsome left afloatbits stuck to the edgei bite the bitter leaves from the rimthat taste like 2017full of political bullshitand personal dramaheavy.sipping warm teawhile draining the rest of methroughout day 365got no answers but a bitchy headachenot proud the past was stupidgrateful it was painfulwisdom and strength are made of bothinvisible scars are the hardest to live withglad i survived it allsometimes the lessons i learnedseem to lose their resonanceslipping through my mind, finger tipsi’m afraid to face the new yearam i ready?yet i want to start emptynot fulleven if dreams have broken wingsand perspectives have no bright stars for like youi am a learning voyager who will journey for as long as i canand spring through another yearbefore winter comes againperhaps it is okayperhaps it is it is okay it is
