Maybe this year,
No sweeping resolutions.
No revolutionary change.
No beating ourselves up
For not waking up tomorrow
A version of ourself
Completely different
From the one who fell asleep with
Glitter sparkling in our eyelashes,
Fireworks dancing in our dreams.

Maybe tomorrow
We just smile,
Remember how beautiful
The fireworks,
The midnight kiss,
The grand gestures
we thought we needed.

Maybe tomorrow
We simply brush the glitter
From our eyelashes,
Wipe the dirt from our shoes,
And keep going,
Just as worthy
Just as whole
Next year
As we are
Today