January

The pressure of a new beginning lays bare the fact that nothing changes

A good thing, really

Stable footing underneath, same sky

to backdrop one failure to the next

Tired of dodging these bullets, really

To have a new sky I have not seen

may reinvigorate me

Something has to give, I think, the tarot deck keeps drawing Death

Give me a sky I have not seen

When I walk the same old walking track

the sun sets and hits the jagged blades of unkempt grass, the tired horses graze

and gaze penned in by crumbling wooden fence

I want to be alone again