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This poem is written for Stormy's Newsletter and Contest. |
Midnight approaches with dizzying speed As I find myself amidst a party of strangers Drinking champagne And trying not to get tipsy. I look for a man worthy of my kiss. Gone are the days when a knight in shining armor Would ride in on his white horse And sweep you off your feet. Now I search the faces marred by time and experience They mirror my own; Which I have wrapped in resolutions That can only grasp at the hope of becoming.... That healthier woman Who has lost those stubborn 20 pounds. That adventurous woman Who has shaken off the chains of fear and anxiety And found happiness in her heart's desires. That beautiful woman Who has escaped the ravages of time And seems to shine with an inner light. It all seems so out of reach... But the New Year approaches with promise And one must rise to the occasion Letting hope and dreams dance In the limelight of possibility. For Stormy's Poetry Newsletter and Contest ▶︎ |