What Is Possible?
A Prose Poem
The night is aglow with a heavy sense of sadness. And relief. I am saying goodbye. Goodbye to a year that never could be. Goodbye to a year that was. Two roads before me, still diverged. Two sides of me, still tense as ever.
I have only scratched the surface, I have merely seen a glimpse of the depths. Next year will be different, I say over and over again. This time, perhaps I believe…