Clueless Ink

This year, I want to be happy,

just smiles, not loud,

just quiet.

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I want to be new,

the way mud feels after rain,

soft,

and true.

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I want another year

to come nearer,

to mirror me.

Maybe this time, I’ll just break free.

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Especially to her,

a very Happy New Year,

the one who held all the pieces

and made it here.

Counting days,

manifesting hope,

she stands in the corner,

right there.

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The rucksack looks lighter now,

the moon clearer,

the mornings bright.

A very Happy New Year to her,

and her fights.

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Now,

All the worries

tied to thin strings,

held in her own hands,

dancing in the sky,

like kites,

guided by her fins.

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Happy New Year,

to US.

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One excited,

the other

peacefully,

sitting in the corner,

comfortable in her skin.