When midnight comes, I will not run
Into the arms of my regrets,
Nor will I fear the pain of wounds
That have not scathed me yet.

I will stand upon the border
Of this year and the next,
And say farewell with open hands
And a whispered thankfulness.

When midnight comes, I will not tie
A burden round my neck,
Nor weigh down my soul with resolutions
To validate my breath.

Instead, I’ll bless this new beginning
And who I am becoming,
For we are works of art unfinished—
A living canvas full of colors

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