New hopes are coming

Old hopes are crumbling

Will I become better?

Will I become smarter?

Will I show change?

Will I (finally) become taller?

Probably not

That’s what I feel a lot

New questions are arising

Old questions are ongoing

Will we finally stop isolating?

Will a mask stop fogging my vision?

Will the flights stop being cancelled?

Or will more variants leave us broken?

New responsibilities are coming

Old responsibilities are staying

Next year will be quite a change

Will I be able to face it head on?

I’m growing older, not young anymore

Will I forget, or stay true and strong?

New dreams have made their way

Maybe, just maybe, they’re here to stay

Things I never thought I could do

I’m finally giving them a chance

Maybe I can actually do amazing feats

Maybe I’m more than just first glance

I’ve made new resolutions

Maybe I’ll start to keep them

Cherish every moment, every day

Start planning for the not-so-distant future

Expand my variety of genres of books

Say no to my doubts and fears and more

Everyday for a year I’ve been grim and been forgetting

Maybe it’s times to hope and remember

Write for myself, not for anyone else

Help my family, the people I love most

Uphold the skills I’m already great in

And never, ever forget to hope

Exactly one year ago, I wrote a poem

Things didn’t go as planned, and it took its toll

But I’ll still dream

I will always remember

I will do what I love

And one day, I know that things will get better