Another year unfolds, a page anew,
Yet echoes linger of a promise untrue.
Made in the glow of January's dawn,
But lost in the tide as the months wore on.
I swore to change, to rise, to grow,
To chase the dreams I dared not show.
Yet ignorance whispered, "There’s time to spare,"
And life’s demands became my snare.
Time, that fleeting thief, slipped through my grasp,
As I clung to tasks in an endless clasp.
Emotions weighed, a tempest untamed,
A heart too burdened, a soul unclaimed.
Challenges loomed like shadows tall,
Life’s cruel design, a ceaseless sprawl.
Each step I took, the path would twist,
And dreams dissolved into morning mist.
Now here I stand, the cycle complete,
The same old me, yet defeat tastes sweet.
For though I stumbled, though I fell,
Each lesson learned is a story to tell.
This year, I’ll rise, not bound by shame,
I’ll carry forward my old promise’s flame.
Not as a burden, but a guiding star,
To remind myself of who we are.
New Year, old me, but wiser now,
I’ll honor my pledge, I’ll find the how.
For every failure seeds resolve to be,
A stronger soul, the best of me.
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