New year, same me: Submission

Submission by Jakia (@kayylani)

Every three hundred and sixty-five days,

I always longed for the fresh start

Another opportunity to accomplish my dreams

The clock would strike twelve,

the ball would drop,

and wherever the night had taken me,

i’d be elated for the new beginning

But this year was different

January 1st finally came

Yet i was home alone, in bed,

netflix in front of me

Reality had hit a few weeks prior

i didn’t need a countdown,


a city full of cheery people,

or couples shoving their tongues

down each other’s throats

to know i could accomplish big things

A new year doesn’t signify a whole new being

I am me, I always have been, and I always will be.

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