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We wait until 12:00 and yell when it hits.
We look around and the sky is all lit.
Lit up from fireworks filling the air,
We sip our sparkling juice using the concrete as a chair.
As I watch the sky fill with colors and light,
I am reminded of the beauty that comes from New Year’s Night.
The promise of change and new found truths,
A new beauty is growing from old and deep roots.
Although the old roots are still in the ground,
New flowers bloom proclaiming bold sounds.
“A year of freedom, a year of stepping out of fear.
A year of being confident” I proclaim for everyone to hear.
I said that standing up,
Hands on hips, shirt front-tucked.
I announced it into the atmosphere,
Followed by everyone letting out a loud cheer.
I said it.
It’s put out.
2019 is a year of uncertain change,
And sometimes new truths can seem strange.
But strange is good, and change will come.
2019 has just begun.
Cheers to the new year.
