It’s a daunting time, Christmas. Even more New Years
I remember once I used to set goals and reflect
But with each day feeling like a new country (if not a new planet)
I wonder how far any change can really go
I want so much
But then I look back at the planet I inhabited before. Before that
I have changed- with or without the year, months and days since that time
I really just want time
Peace. So often I dream of peace
It doesn’t have to be psychedelically coloured
Or the anarchy I once believed would fall without that order I had
It doesn’t have to be big, or grand
I often just think of a chair by a window in a quiet house
Where I can look outside if I want
I don’t know if this war is totally fought. Most days minor skirmishes still take place, but I know I don’t want to be recovered from an eating disorder. I just want to move forward. A-Rex will always sit in that past (I thank him for the lessons)
But I will be me without labels to say what I was or am
In the end I don’t want a “New Year new you”
To say that says I see no value in the me I am
And I do value that vessel. For as I’ve traveled from planet to planet
Battle to battle, Me has been my vessel of transport
It’s not so bad to have a constant
What does one do in a time of peace?
I guess it’s time to find out