O.Y.

One year come.

One year gone.

Filled with moments of desperation,

quiet contemplation, and doubt.

Glimpses of joys to come, battles hard won, and gratitude.

One year come.

One year gone.

Resolutions made.

Promises broken. Dissolved like castles of sand under the creeping tide.

New castles are built. With twigs, leaves and rocks. These last, though damaged still, remain.

Resolute and unyielding. As if they have been there for centuries.

One year come.

One year gone.

A mixture, smattering of emotions, hopeful doubting as the ball drops.

The feeling of stasis, with metamorphosis on the horizon. Is there a word for this?

Questions purl and rage. Answers ever elusive. How do we change?

I dig inside, push away the cobwebs, sweep out the rooms, and still cannot find what I’m searching for.

One year come.

One year gone.

A beautiful second chance.

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