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The Drainpipe
The year is like a drainpipe
Gently sloping as we go
From new year resolutions
T’ward the winter’s dark and snow
We begin with such potential
Energy to fill our hearts,
Yet as we journey through the year
It’s full of stops and starts.
Modern day society
Is tipping up the pipe
Making us accelerate
In the dying of the light
But the year it is not linear
Time dies not come to an end
New Year’s Eve is not a stop!
At most it is a bend
A bend within the circle
As the year perpetuates,
Continues on eternally
It flexes and vibrates
Conformity discourages
Individual creation.
We live by routines, starts and stops
No individualisation.
As forward we all travel
Time is speeding as we go
The year becomes upended
December crushing down below.
When the days get shorter
Solstice marking Yule’s dark state,
The pressures pile upon us,
While we long to hibernate.
The chaos can be silenced
If you just reframe the view,
Of how we see this time of year,
And the stresses that ensue.
The expectations put on us
Demand that we react,
But this outdated rule has reached
The point we must redact.
We pile so much importance on
This time of dark and cold.
Take to your cave, slow down, relax,
It’s time now to be bold.
Push back against society,
The vulgarity of spend.
the world will keep on turning,
December is not the end.
Copyright ©
Emma Goodridge-Hobson
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