I come from broken windows, broken doors, and broken domes.

I come from broken hearts, broken trust, and broken homes.

I come from broken words, just trying to help the children sleep at night,

Hoping that my careful words were not completely lies.

I can’t believe I’m still alive,

Scars like poems written from the night,

I can see from the fire burning in my eyes,

There are still stars in my sky.

Year two thousand and twenty-five,

I want to come home to fixing drywall, fixing leaks, and fixing lights,

I want to come home to fixing the pieces that were broken all my life,

I’ll tell the children to hush now, that they can close their eyes,

I’ll sing them quiet poems and make up lullabies.

I come from making mischief, making fun, making trouble.

Since I was the second child, trouble turned to double.

Silly lies, secret spies, cherry pies, and starry skies,

I didn’t understand this world, but I didn’t care to try.

I come from faded paint, faded wood, and faded jeans.

I come from faded hopes, faded wishes, and faded dreams.

I come from faded pictures, never as colorful as they seem,

My parents as faded as the promises they didn’t intend to keep.

Year 2025 I want to repaint my life, too long it’s been so blue.

This year I will not dwell, I want to become something new,

My child has so many dreams that I will never crush or bruise,

My child has so many gifts that I will never hide or use,

I hope the only thing that will fade will be her smile as she falls asleep,

I hope the colors in her world will always be hers to keep.

I come from the darkness, catching in my throat like thick pounds of smoke,

But I have caught my breath and spoken: “I am not a fucking joke.”

I will take steps every day to making everything okay.

My only goal for 2025 is that this year I will finally be awake.

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