New Year, same me. Different year,
the hustle never changing.
No fleeting resolutions to draft, but hope,
faith and success to look forward to.
Tonight every local radio station plays the blues.
Fading sounds of Nina Simone’s,” little girl blue”
signaling nostalgic memories.
Haunted by memories of rainy, cold nights.
Rain droplets splattering on the ground.
Tormented by the sound of the creaking
roof reminding me that i am alone.
Time veered off unceremoniously and
i somehow got caught up with the blues.
The rude stares of my bedroom walls
constantly accusing and blaming me.
Window whistling from the wind and
mocking my solitude.
Echoes in the dark hallway summoning
moments of fear and regret
Thoughts painstaking, words seldom said.
Roaming in the gloaming with uncertainty
by my side.
Vanishing thoughts ushering in reality.
The blues are more therapeutic.
It’s January, the genesis of a New Year.
A chance to start all over, paint better
memories on canvas, and beautiful
Replacing blues with memorable hues.