Is it the fireworks?
The countdown?
Or crowds?
What happens when the clock strikes midnight?

The mystery of New Year’s Eve;
Regardless of current events,
We the people gather together;
In anticipation and desperation.

Screams and shouts;
Hugs and kisses;
Dancing and alcohol;
Welcoming our New Year.

In that moment,
Nothing happens.
No change.
It’s just the morning of the next day.

Still it carries weight,
Encourages those who lean in.
Speaks of second chances.
Giving power to fight again.



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