The Weight of a New Year..
The clock strikes twelve, the world alight,
A thousand voices cheer the night.
But shadows linger, silent, near—
Another year, another fear.
The weight of time, it bears me down,
Each passing day a heavier crown.
Promises made, yet broken still,
Dreams undone by iron will.
The scars of yesterday still ache,
Each step forward feels a mistake.
Hope, a ghost, elusive, thin,
The fight begins, but how to win?
Yet in the dark, a flicker glows,
A fragile ember, faint but shows—
Though pain may thrive, and sorrow stay,
There’s strength to face another day.
So here I stand, though bruised and torn,
To greet the year, though battle-worn.
For even broken hearts can strive,
To find the light in 2025.