A New Beginning

It’s the same every year

with the waves crashing the shore

—endlessly

until the sound means nothing anymore.

What once provided rapture

has now worn down and dulled

—dreadfully

leaving futures in the hands of Skuld.

The countdown passes by and we

remain in the sand, ankles deep

—stationary

waiting for our resolutions to find us,

and pull us up from our sleep;

begging us not to abandon them again

—Not this year

Perhaps this time, when the ball falls

we’ll be the ones searching the beach

—hopefully

picking up long lost resolutions from a siege

of shells and sand

and memories.