i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what I said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen
and twentysix and thirtysix
even thirtysix but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me
Written by: Lucille Clifton
This poem just strikes a cord so deep.
Lets make this next year one of the best!
Credits:
Pose Stool: Diesel Works @ Zodiac
Hair: Truth
Skin: Al Vulo – Jade
Eyes: Ikon
Jewelry: Cae – Enchanted
Dress: Cynful
Shoes: N Core
Sylvia Olivier 