The New Year 2025
My New Years thoughts on the future
A year has passed.
A year ago, I wrote
joys and sorrows
each day
Diligently, and the words flowed.
Spring came,
flowers and outdoor life
within the bounds of my life
with a disabled husband
who could not endure the sun.
Summer faded,
and so did his health
until his death
shattered my entire life.
The words no longer flowed,
it became suddenly hard
to see my thoughts
on paper,
which could not even
be woven into
Christmas hearts,
for joy had vanished.
Many decisions knocked on my door,
And now,
2025 has arrived.
.
A new year, a new life,
a hope for change,
a wish to find
new meaning
in the jungle of possibilities.
Who will stand by my
side and love me?
What will spring
offer me in fragrant, blooming flowers?
Which tasks
will need to be done,
and which will be done with joy,
opening new opportunities,
new relationships,
new locations?
But always with my dog,
who protects me,
by my side.
I will not fail it.
It is my support
when the tears press forward,
For the longing will always remain.
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (4)
Beautifully-written! Happy New Year Henrik! 💕💖
You have got this Henrik, wishing you only good things for 2025. But always with my dog, who protects me, by my side. I will not fail it.
May only good things come your way 2025 onwards ✨️❤️ Happy New Year! 🥰
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