A journey started with trepidation,
the weight of so much expectation.
How could I have said yes to this year,
was I drunk?! It’s a bit unclear!
Three hundred and sixty-six days to complete,
a challenge that is a bit too bittersweet.
For finding my voice and words once more,
means accepting I had thrown them away before.
The challenge was not to find words on a page
but seek the truths that would keep me engaged.
For this poet is just a person who is searching,
finding True North, so she can get her bearings.
And although this year may be at an end,
this poetic heart has finally started to mend.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Apologies for the earlier post – Today is a busy day for my family, it is my dad’s memorial day. I had started the poem yesterday with the hopes of having it scheduled to go. Unfortunately, yesterday got away from me with errands and all the prep work for today. Totally forgot about the scheduled post until I received a notification. So apologies for the “double” post.