New Year, Same Old Me

Personal (Hope)

I like to believe
that at the stroke of midnight,
our former selves are erased
and we can begin afresh
with a clean slate.

But it doesn't work that way.


When the countdown is over,
nothing is different from 11:59 PM.


I am still breathing the same air
and thinking the same thoughts.


It's still the same old me
with all my fears
and insecurities and pain.


Nothing changes at midnight,
but maybe with the new year
I will be able to
find hope again.

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