This year I will let go
Curl up and wait for it to show,
Cross the clichéd bridges
Only when I reach the ridges.
This year, I will take a deep breath,
Cease to lead a life of stealth,
I shall stand tall and announce,
Challenges along the way, trounce.
This year I will learn to live,
And, of myself to me, give.
Not one to look back, regret,
And, to others, always abet.