it sits like a blank page before me
this new year
hopes and fears are in the wings
shrouded by mist
a thousand options crowd my way
where will I go
the path I take is hidden now
someday seen
I waver between joy and dread
what comes next
many years have come and gone
a mixed bag
I take up my pen to write the start
this new day
come triumph or tragedy I know
not alone
