I cannot think of a title for the last poem of 2017

Last year,

I had a lot of people to thank for making me feel alive

This year,

I have myself

I bid adieu to 2017,

Making  sense of the rebellion inside me

Rebellion that has become second nature

So it has even stopped asking for my permission

Before flaring up illusions to pieces

Before setting fires to the imagined

Because it all came down to the three-dimensions

though I may have even seen a fourth

I woke  up to a snowfall and my lips rose in a curve

I didn't realise I was smiling until my jaw hurt

I was a wide-eyed kid in the moment I saw the whites

And gave that effortless smile

I fear

I may not experience again the magic as it froze

I once slept by the riverside in a place with colorful walls

I fear

My feet and those waves might never get close

Not a moment went by, that I regretted

So I fear

If I will ever say the same of any coming year

But this year also taught me:

I fear only what I look forward to

And so I look forward to all of those

But most of all,

I learnt this new thing

I know

I am going to practice a lot

I said no.

xoxo