Refresh, Renew Year

Should we move on 

with our lives?

Put all memories ,

fond recollections, 

brushed beneath shaggy carpets.

To hold or fold,

the flush od memories:

The laughing, the stories,

the late night chatters.

Was it too good 

to be true?

A facade of actors

potraying friendship.

Replays of pleasant 

inccidences clashing

with realities of situations.

What does this fresh,

young year bring?

More disappointment

or loose ties loosened 

for wiser beginnings?

This poem is about: 
Guide that inspired this poem: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741