New Year - New Me
Last year she belonged to you
Giving her all
For you to breakthrough.
Chimes at twelve
Fireworks exploding
Yet no Good-will came from your boding.
She picked up her heart that
Dragged on the floor
Dusted it off
Deciding she was worth more.
Resoluting to be the very best
That only she can,
She stopped her influence
Sobered again.
Then she was free from things
That bound her
Became a fresh experience
Happy, joyous and free!
Copyright © Claire Gunnell | Year Posted 2023
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