Poem: Last Week of the Year

Last Week of the Year

In this week that doesn’t exist
Between Christmas and New Year’s
I ponder a fresh new start,
Which I’ve also done before.

I can feel it, a sense of peace and calm,
The peace of hiding, a peace I can’t have in the world.

Ideas, projects, I say I want to do them,
But I fear they will collapse
Under the “now, now, now!”
That wants to chase me down every path.

Serenity, or maybe an illusion.
I don’t know how to chart a course into the unknown,
And the routes before me were dead ends,
At least the last time I checked.

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(Header image is from Pixabay)