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Circle of life

I made the same promises

as the year drew to a close;

cut myself some slack,

try unusual things,

and travel more.


I carry with me

those known fears,

familiar wounds of the past,

heavy and loaded hopes, desires and dreams

that weigh me down,


the niggling thought that: some things don’t last.

With expectations to the brim

A refreshing year is to begin;

But I seem to have ran a great circle

and met myself at the start.

Familiar scenery,

repetitive incidents

and glorious love affairs

have sturdy roots that are never gone.

‘But what is new about this year?’

the years passed question.

I have no answer

as I pin my hopes

on the unknown.


what could possibly change

when my habits won’t.