New Years HushA Poem by Sarai T
"Happy New Year" resonates all around me yet I see no reason to be happy.
Another 365 days spinning on this chunk of rock has passed, Whoopee! An old school-buddy stumbles over, sloshing his drink and slurring his words, cheering about all the things he won't do this year. The jubilation is lost on me; I've never understood why people think every holiday is a valid excuse to get drunk and act like fools. I step outside into the cold; falling snow dances upon my eyelashes as it drifts down, white-washing away the dirt, the poverty, and seemingly, for at least this moment in time, the pain this city seems shrouded in. I can't fight the corners of my frown as they head northward, a smile now painted on my previously morose face. Despite not being one for mass-jubilation, I find happiness out in the silence, staring off into the night sky watching stars on their blue-black tapestry. This is where I find my happiness. © 2016 Sarai TAuthor's Note
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