Resolutions.
Time moves on remorseless yet fresh starts
appear plausible
if with parched discord
we form opportunities from which to carve.
Clearer choices for cutting free expand lone
coaster-rides but tried
ways of surprise
adroitly harness colour into bland unknown.
Distress creates apathy while unrestrained
euphoria decrees
time for growing new wings
and chances to better breed later decades.
Truncated all wistful dreams must retreat
dry to crisps yet can re-form
and freshly adorned with made
resolutions avoid further stressful defeat.
Hope succeeds if, skilled in competence
we alone apply learning
curves and hear the unheard
as disposing of old requires no audience.
Pushing ahead, scything new paths again
exalts over former
raw-angst attempts to alter
past failures if wearing our skin unafraid.