New Year, Still Becoming
The year arrives on quiet feet,
Not shouting loud, not dressed in gold,
It brings its hopes, its tender fears,
And stories waiting to be told.
We carry wounds from days gone by,
And worries packed like hidden seams,
Yet still we dare to lift our eyes
And whisper softly of our dreams.
There’s joy ahead we cannot see,
In moments small, in breaths between,
In laughter rising unexpectedly,
In ordinary days made keen.
We fear the things we cannot plan,
The loss, the change, the fragile thread,
Yet strength grows where uncertainty
Has taught the bravest truths we’ve said.
So here’s to trying once again,
To choosing light when days feel long,
To standing still, then stepping forward,
Learning where we still belong.
May hope be loud, and courage stay
When doubt knocks hard at midnight’s door,
And may this year be kind enough
To leave us stronger than before.
MARYANN BOSAH 