It began as it always does: empty promises, hollow resolutions, and the hope of a blank slate despite all else.
It began with the same empty conversations, the same inevitable vows for a better tomorrow.
It began with a slight limp, barely finished college applications, and a laughable presidential election.
Inevitable vows were cast aside and empty conversations were left unmentioned before long.
Pint sized moments of terror morphed into sudden explosions of panic.
A slight limp became my rock bottom.
A laughable presidential election became endless tears and protests in the streets.
The world spun in violent circles and I begged a higher power to end it all.
It ended with hospital bracelets and a scar on the small of my back.
It ended with the refusal to accept injustice.
It ended with an acceptance letter to the place I was already calling home.
Somehow, as I find myself writing and rewriting these lines, a year so full of intense turmoil, yet such fierce joy, is not easily described.
I leave 2016 with words that prompt fear, yet offer comfort simultaneously.
So it goes. On and on until tomorrow.