First of January

Photo by Haroon Rashid on Unsplash

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.