New Year, New You Poem by Julie A Smith

A new year full of promise and secret dreams.
A new year, a fresh start, and hidden deep waters.
The dazzle of potential is blinding.
The beauty of a clean slate
is liberating,
euphoric,
and causes happiness to permeate
my forlorn melancholy.

Light always shines in the darkness.
Light always is beautiful.
Light always shows the way.

My theory is thus:
I need to learn to make my own decisions
and stop over-analyzing and questioning
Myself.
My hopes.
My dreams.
My heart.
And I need to safeguard myself from the voices
of those who would make my decisions for me
when that is not their choice,
and they should not be allowed to do so.

It is a new year.
I am a new me.
I want to break free
and go down a new path
(yes, I read that Robert Frost poem)
even if no one will join me.
I hope to find someone on the way,
because I am not meant to always be alone,
and God knows
I would make a horrible nun
(even though Mother Teresa is one of the women
that I admire the most) .
Besides, I am not Catholic,
and I think marriage is the epitome of cool.
The world may dismiss it, but I won't.
Marriage is beautiful.