Gemini

Last year I told myself I would start something anew
Maybe be more sociable, or find a hobby to pursue.
Promises written down neatly in ink,
Some are overzealous, perhaps I should rethink.
However, January came not as a majestic party, no transformation or marching band.
The night came and went, familiar phone in hand, my digits scrolling endlessly, unable to control my hand.
Resolutions are strange prayers, leaving us wanting a miracle.
Some leave us wanting strength like Heracles.
Others leave us biting off more than we can chew.
But resolutions only ask for consistency, and the courage to try again, or act “can-do”!
By February, those promises barely have a link.
By March, our intentions are like invisible ink.
It’s time we learn that change doesn’t arrive in fireworks, but in stubborn choices, ever so grand.
This year, I’ll resolve less and stay grounded, as if I were sand.
I will show up next December imperfectly, not at my pinnacle.
Progress is quiet, but eyes are still critical.