It was another year of hope
Still dangling in what comes and goes
What disappears seemingly forever
Perhaps victims of perception
Until we dare scratch more than the surface
Unravelling each and every knot
No longer amicable to just hanging on
Climbing up or slipping down
Choices we tend to defer
As the middle is where we feel safest
That baggage that weighed us down
Until the day we chose to cut it loose
Steps ahead now not looking behind
Yet some pains still ever nagging
For a time to make our own sunny days
Eyes now squinting from brightness
Until our eyes focus
Adjusting to the lost yet familiar
Embracing the smile yet still distant
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