New Years Eve, 2012

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I’m starting this year in a black dress and combat boots.

Gone are the wasted minutes of waiting,

replaying reflections to find reasons, seeking reassurance;

that’s all behind me, flattened by boot prints.

But look up, and you’ll still see the sweet I hold on to,

I cherish, like the quietest cloud at sunset,

or the taste of music, or the feel of blue.

I’m still here this year, with boots to carry me through.

 

24 thoughts on “New Years Eve, 2012

  1. Such a paradoxical contrast between the top and the bottom…
    I, unfortunately agree with you nevertheless, that in order to carry a top worth anything through this “wonderful world”, you do need those combat boots at the bottom…
    Wishing you the best of ammunition for 2013:-)

  2. A wonderful poem. Happy New Year!

    Thank you for visiting my blog today. I appreciate the time you took to stop by. May your day be filled with joy and peace.
    BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!

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