New Year's Day, Hold On To The Memories

Where the Year Begins Again

At midnight, time exhales its breath,

A silver pause between the beats.

The old year loosens what it kept,

Lays down its weight at tired feet.

We stand with pockets full of moments—

Some gold, some cracked, some barely whole,

Yet still they shine with quiet proof

Of how we lived, of how we grew.

The future doesn’t knock or shout,

It opens like a waiting door,

Asking only for our courage,

Not perfection—nothing more.

So light the sky with small intentions,

Let hope arrive without a map.

The year begins not with a promise,

But with a brave, becoming step.

Here’s to mornings yet unnamed,

To growth that comes in unseen ways,

To choosing wonder over fear—

Welcome, new and waiting days.

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