First of January
Dec 31, 2023
Fireworks flash like siren and strobe lights,
Flowers burst to the rhythm of palpitations,
I shed my skin on the twelfth stroke of midnight,
And become a stranger under the sky of a thousand suns.
I’ll wake up on the first of January,
Like I did on the eighteenth of February,
Hopefully with less tears on papers,
And more hours of slumber.