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You won’t know
What the future holds
How hopes and dreams
And fears unfold
Be brave take small steps
Or leap with bravado
Whichever way you go
This will be the right way for you
There is no wrong path
No expected timeline
All that matters
Is that you keep moving
Walking into the night
The blanket of darkness
Hides what is to come
What is to be
In the new year
For now the curtains are closing
On the old year
Dust-sheets put on joy and grief
Memories filed away
A photo-album shut
The urge for the sunrise to come
A virgin day
An unwritten story
The promise of will be
The fear of what’s to come
Break free with the first rays of sunshine
And so it keeps turning
Said wheel
In the end there is beginning
As below so above
Year after year
Life after life
Until …
Late, early, none…
Is there a chance?
Or is it gone?
Is there a path?
Or is there none?
Is it the right,
The true, the necessary one?
Or am I already…
done?
Poetry by Nathalie 