The Year Begins Quietly

The year does not arrive with answers,

Only a door we’re finally brave enough to touch.

Fireworks bloom in borrowed skies,

While our hearts hold conversations we avoided all year.

Midnight passes without ceremony,

A soft witness to our unfinished promises.

We don’t need a new version of ourselves—

Just fewer lies about being fine.

The calendar turns, but healing doesn’t rush.

It learns our pace, waits when we fall behind.

Growth is not loud or dramatic;

It’s choosing to return on days we want to disappear.

Let this year be gentle, not grand.

Let rest count as effort,

Let survival be celebrated,

Let honesty replace perfection.

If you begin with nothing else,

Begin with truth.

The New Year listens carefully

To the life you’re finally ready to live.