To All of those
entering the new year,
To all those who felt
like they wasted their time,
during the 2023 season.
Ashamed,
Cause getting out of bed
Was like dragging nails
Down a chalkboard:
Painful.
Seemingly unnecessary.
To all those this 2024
That wish 2023 was their last.
Their last fight,
Their last struggling year.
To all those wondering
“Why do I have to do this?
Again.”
The cycle of the year,
Continuous .
Every birthday,
Every new year,
A reminder
That nothing changes these days.
Wake up.
Pour your cereal.
Cry.
Do the laundry.
Walk past the kitchen knives.
Get ready for work.
Hate the person in the mirror.
Grab another coffee.
Go to bed.
Shaking,
Cause the cycle doesn’t end.
Waiting,
Every day,
To just stop feeling.
Feeling sad.
Feeling hopeless.
Feeling dejected.
Feeling dirty.
To stop feeling!
To all those this 2024 season-
When everyone tells you
About their successes this year,
Just know,
I’m proud you survived.
Just know,
It’s another year alive.
Just know,
Even though no one knew,
You made it this year.
Just know,
That’s a celebration.
So when the clock strikes
This year at midnight
And a new year begins,
Celebrate.
Cause even if the cycle doesn’t end,
Even if you wake up dejected,
Your coffee is cold.
Even if getting out of bed
Is worse than styrofoam
Scraping across each other.
You made it another year.
A hopeless cycle,
Maybe?
But one you conquer
Everyday.
That no one knows about.