The First Day of a New Year for me…

  Is a contrast to a completely erased slate 

  Old mistakes, still like 

  A lingering worry for your friend

 As I loathed the urge for the truth

 Expenditious hours filled with continuous events

 Made the clock tick faster than a cheetah’s run

 Pondering reflections going on the bottom 

 Of my endless to do list 

 No time to escape the dark cave

As butterflies continue to  leave their flowers 

Light sneaks it’s way into the sightless cave 

At the end my wings began to form  

Me, the little caterpillar 

Has blossomed into a butterfly