#47 | When midnight comes
When midnight comes, I will not runInto the arms of my regrets,Nor will I fear the pain of woundsThat have not scathed me yet.I will stand upon the borderOf this year and the next,And say farewell with open handsAnd a whispered thankfulness.When midnight comes, I will not tieA burden round my neck,Nor weigh down my soul with resolutionsTo validate my breath.Instead, I’ll bless this new beginningAnd who I am becoming,For we are works of art unfinished—A living canvas full of colorsHelp support and sustain the podcast. The episode music is by "Heir" Stream the latest album