May 13, 2017

[Work in Progress]


The metaphorical dead weight went first
With tears and farewells not so fond

The last of you lingered longer
Literally a part of me
Not living
Not dead
Not growing
But not gone

Today, I made the final cut
And left the last year on the floor
In savage shreds
To be swept
Away

And now these things remain:
The living
The new
And hope

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