The year
leaves softly,
Heavy with
what I could not mend,
I set it
down without protest,
Tired, but
still believing.
The new
year comes without promise,
Yet I step
into it upheld by faith,
Not healed,
but helped,
Not
fearless, but strong enough to hold.
The
calendar closes,
But I do
not slam the door,
I bow,
And step
on.
Brenda Sailo is an Assistant Professor of English. She lives in Aizawl with her husband and their two adorable young daughters. Though she does not often write poetry, she was inspired to write these beautifully written lines in a mood of melancholia at the passing year.
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