The Heartache of Time

I want to be as light

as champagne bubbles

and drunk singing

on a New Year’s wind.

Not heavy

nor cumbersome

caged by the last

few hours and days.

 

I want to begin again,

embrace and turn

into the sunlight

and face the heartache

of time and its passing.

Not mourn

the had beens,

could have beens

and everything I once

dreamed.

 

I want to be more

than I have ever

dreamed:

by allowing myself

to breathe.

 

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