New Year Resolution

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This dusty shelf with unscored goals
The archived resolution that lack resolution
Was she just words on a paper?
Or a do-as-everyone-does?

The blank page of the year to come
Craving for its own pregnancy
Then twelve months will surf pass
Only to look back into the months
Wondering where the pregnancy fell off

Will against doubts
I still scribble
Starting with the resolution then the resolutions
A journey of a million miles doesn't start with a step
It begins with the will to embark

First I'll be me
Then nurse me
Then grow me
Then quit my friendship with the ugly me
Then strengthen my bond with the Beautiful me
This year shall be all about me.

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