AS THE YEAR WANES

As the year wanes & its final hours slip like sand through trembling fingers, a strange alchemy stirs my soul

A bittersweet mélange of emotions too intricate to name

Nostalgia whispers in tender tones, weaving a tone of luminous memories, each a testament to life’s astonishing beauty & fleeting nature

Gratitude swells like a quiet tide, a recognition of the infinite blessings scattered along my path, pain was worth it all, their presence shining & humbling

There, too, the capacity to forgive emerges

A gentle unbinding of old wounds, a cleansing that leaves the spirit lighter

Yet, amidst it all, a shadow walks beside me, the silent specter of the unknown

It does not speak, but its presence is felt

A flicker of trepidation about the steps yet to be taken, the futures yet to be forged

And so, in this delicate balance of past & future, that don’t even exist, joy & unease,

I linger, suspended in the quiet poetry of the year’s closing breath.

Let’s welcome what 2025 brings on the table

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