dear you
i know it’s been hard and i know you’re still weak at the knees
and perhaps not ready for the new year but here:
i hope this year is better for you.
i hope when you cry, you feel better afterwards,
i hope you find yourself lost in a beautiful moment at midnight and, if just for that moment, you forget your pain.
i hope you pray for the new times as much as the old (even when the new times are scary),
and i hope you find yourself unafraid of something that used to scare you.
i hope you discover something wonderful and secret and entirely yours,
i hope you dream a good dream of clouds and fish and colourful moonlight,
and mostly i hope in a year’s time you can look back and say, “well, that wasn’t so bad.”
whisper goodnight to yourself when no one else will,
sing the bad things away and
be proud of the song.
i hope this year is kinder to us both.
