Perhaps
By Carla Kucinski
On the last day of the year, a dense fog rolled in,
thick and hazy like a Whistler painting.
This day feels heavy,
the year’s final, long sigh—an exhale of the sorrow, the joy, the pain, the beauty.
Ahhhhh.
Tonight, I will go to sleep and lay to rest this heavy heart,
let go of the weight,
all that it has carried and endured.
Perhaps my head will be buzzing from the Moscow Mules I will sip with dear friend M,
counting down the New Year.
10, 9, 8, 7 …
Perhaps my heart will feel light like December’s first snowflakes—joyful, swirling.
Perhaps I will close my eyes and recognize that the lightness I feel is gratitude,
gratitude for it all—the darkness, the cracks of light—there is always light.
Perhaps everything has a purpose.
Perhaps next year will be easier—a break will come—
some peace will settle from the cloud of dust of 2018.
Perhaps I’m stronger than I think.
Perhaps this new year will feel like a warm blanket.
Perhaps that’s the beauty, the not knowing.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps …
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Photo by Carla Kucinski
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Happy New Year dear Carla! Wishing you the best ever in the year to come.
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Wishing you the same dearest Linda! 😘
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Blessings in the new year to you.
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Thank you! Wishing you the same. 💕
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Not perhaps… DEFINITLY…….a better year. Be grateful for your courage through the past year,be thankful for all the love and support that surrounds you. Move forward and “definitely”it will be your best year yet! Your #1 supporter. Mom ❤️
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Xoxo! 😘😘😘 Most definitely.
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Carla, very poignant. Happy New Year! Love you, Daddy
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Love you!
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