Tenuous is my grasp

While the clarion proclaims

The new year's start

Rather than renewed

I am lost

Forlorn

Forgotten

In the flurry of celebrations

Thoughts of me lay discarded

As it should be

I was hope

I was success

I was the future

I was 2019

The new year is upon us. Did you achieve everything you'd hoped for last year? Even some of it?

I hope so. Don't let this year leave without making your mark on it!

Wow! This poem won third prize in the @WattpadPoetry January contest! How amazing???