2018

from the bobby pins I have lost 

to the bigger things like people I love, 

and the whitest pet I first ever had.

from the weight I have gained,

to the tears I have shed.

the wounds that healed 

and developed into scars 

that painted my body

to add some twist to the plain.

true enough, a year is a ticking clock,

that seemed impatiently patient,

that passes like a robber at night,

and the slowest of all turtles.

for every penny that left my pocket, 

for every smile my mouth crept in,

and the little whimpers that begin.

the first payment I received, 

from photographs I clicked,

how my heart throbbed and jumped.

the friends that went astray,

and friends who came my way,

countless of miracles,

from a dozen of obstacles.

for every carnival rides,

and splashes of water,

to the overrated sands.

every movie my eyes glimpsed on,

stories that taught me lessons, 

and every poetry i died out.

that seemingly endless anxiety 

for what the future awaits.

and as cliche as it may seem

but i got to thank this year, 

for i am going out and entering 

another day of discovering

probably to be lost again in a maze 

or to finally get out 

after leaving a trace.