Tenuous is my grasp
While the clarion proclaims
The new year's start
Rather than renewed
I am lost
Forlorn
Forgotten
In the flurry of celebrations
Thoughts of me lay discarded
As it should be
I was hope
I was success
I was the future
I was 2019
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The new year is upon us. Did you achieve everything you'd hoped for last year? Even some of it?
I hope so. Don't let this year leave without making your mark on it!
Wow! This poem won third prize in the @WattpadPoetry January contest! How amazing???
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Pieces of Me
PoetryPoetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
