On longing days of dare and dream,
Of hunger, loss and pain between,
A decade of old and decade new,
Wistful smiles, the lines they grew.

Of space and time, and fate maybe,
Tomorrow, the present's guarantee,
The climb was slow, the view it seemed,
Of pain and triumph, hope filled me.

In new beginnings and path's still hidden,
Of cautious risk and dangers within,
But cross the lands, the seas and skies,
Endless opportunities I'm sure you'll find.

Author’s note :

Dear Reader,

I hope you’re well. The past year was one hell of a chaotic balancing act and this poem has a bit of an interesting sense of timing. Written just a month before the lockdowns began, this poem was meant to signify the growth and opportunities of the year ahead. Looking back now, the poem seems to have taken on a deeper meaning through the new world we find ourselves in.

Penned on – 4th January 2020.

Until next time Reader, stay safe and wishing you the best in the year ahead.

The Lipid.