A New Year, or so they say,

A new start, the passing of one day,

Which allows us to close a door.

I am thinking of who I want to be,

If believing a clean slate can set one free.

What didn’t serve well in 2025?

Or, didn’t serve my entire life?

And how does one change the habits

Of who we are, even bad,

The hobgoblins of our past,

Which lead to regrets, sadness.

What is it blocking joy;

What foils our better self,

Cedes territory to the evil elves

Sent to destroy happiness?

If age, and wisdom, could be a shield,

And we’d yield no more to influences,

What could rebirth truly be?

I’m asking you to envision

What I cannot see. Or, haven’t seen,

A shiny new door, clearly marked ‘free.’