At the Midnight Hour

I started the year
in a cage built of brick..

then a voice through the wall
'caused me to take it all down

sling the arrows of lies
upon my soul

I hesitate....

open and exposed
my underbelly wears the scars

...and I am burned
repeatedly

...now from the ashes
emerges a wolf

born of fire
greedily ready
to consume
all that life
has to offer

The Future Trembles

a new hope came at the end the
beginning was a breeze, but at
the end, a storm was a-growling,
the sun took a right turn took
my eye burn, shook cardboard from
my breakdance, head spinning on
a waterfall. this is what happened, I answered
the call.

this new year, eyes and ears, will behold lightning
and thunder like no other. I am its mother, its father, I
am the creator of a new way the heart beats in time.
I am the hand that pulled the strings off Her night gown.
The future trembles at the sight of me.  

SatansSperm and BoFantastic thank you for participating.

With Good,Comes Bad

Coming down from a family grudge
days go by until we finally get back to being together
income tax time arrives
A snowstorm comes
I wave my final goodbye to my grandmother
She leaves to be with her husband and daughter
We are left lost and felt with sorrow

The call finally comes after endless searching
I finally found a job and start working.
Progress has been made
My work ends on my month of birth
and yet here I am again
getting caught up in my thoughts

I have a feeling next year
big things will come
and destiny's will be fufilled
but with good,comes bad.

JTD thank you for your entry.

Clean Slates

In a world where nothing is promised, I would be a fool to rush time away
But 2015 has worn out its welcome with me
And while I appreciate all it has taught me
I have had my fill

This has been a year of question marks and periods
Fires extinguished and reignited
I have been betrayed and back stabbed
And learned that no one is really a liar in a land of smoke and mirrors
I have walked a fine line between self discovery and self destruction
I have lost myself and found who I used to be

Or at least who I wanted to be

I have made up my mind that I will drag nothing and no one with me across that threshold
Not a fear, not a single regret

At 11:30 I'm removing my nail polish and makeup
Letting my hair down
Taking off those too damn tight jeans and too high boots
Putting on sweats and a t shirt
Because next year I plan to be comfortable in my own skin
and appreciative of it in the process

At 11:45 I'm turning off the lights
And lighting a single candle
Because next year I must remember
that when no one else is around
and everything else falls away
I will still remain
I must remember to see
Me

At 11:55 I'm turning off my phone
Because as much as no one wants to be alone, no one wants to beg not to be
I've become too tolerant of "only when it's convenient" fair-weather friends and quite frankly, isolation is better than inconsistency
If there is somewhere else you'd rather be, by all means be there
I'll be just fine
Here

At midnight I plan to make the most of a blank canvas
with the same paint

Wishes

This year will be my year, I know it
Good things will happen to me
How can they not
Everyone will see

Things can't go wrong
You see, last year was a bust
So much loss, so much sadness
I can't wait to see what's in store for us

Success, wealth, health, and happiness
Which one should I choose
None, of course, I've learned from the past
That my choices end up as my loss

I don't want to be selfish
and pick greatness for myself
So I will leave it up to you
and put my wishes up on a shelf

And this year, I ask, God in Heaven above
For no more cancer, no more disease
My one wish is to keep my husband alive
For one more year, please

Tomorrow midnight I will have had my wrist operation, don't know if I will be back home (best case scenario) or if the hospital finds reason to keep me in. If I go home I will watch the NY Eve programme on tv. Because I have been advised not to use my right hand at least 2 days after the op, I will not be able to carry out my NYD ritual of driving off to walk up an inspiring hill. (I have already had a Boxing Day walk up a hill.)

My immediate wish for new year is getting back early the use of my right hand when the surgery has healed. Thank God the weather we have now in England isn't icily slippery (the very conditions that caused me to break same wrist on Boxing Day 2009 and be off work 2 months, however I applied a determined Douglas Bader spirit and was able at the end of that period to both drive my auto and ride my bicycle).

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Thank you so much to all participants for making this competition a success. You are all talented and have entered awesome writes. However the rule of the game require that only three be named. Jade, your  write was beautiful, Primogenito that was a very relatable poem and JTD, I actually relate to that one.  Please join my next competition as I am sure we hone skills as we enjoy the writing. Thank You so much.
A Very Happy New Year to all of DU community.

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Good to meet you. Thanks and congratulations on your sobriety as well. cheers