<p>When midnight comes, I will not run<br />Into the arms of my regrets,<br />Nor will I fear the pain of wounds<br />That have not scathed me yet.</p><p>I will stand upon the border<br />Of this year and the next,<br />And say farewell with open hands<br />And a whispered thankfulness.</p><p>When midnight comes, I will not tie<br />A burden round my neck,<br />Nor weigh down my soul with resolutions<br />To validate my breath.</p><p>Instead, I’ll bless this new beginning<br />And who I am becoming,<br />For we are works of art unfinished—<br />A living canvas full of colors</p><p><br /><a href="https://www.patreon.com/joshualukesmith_" rel="ugc noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Help support and sustain the podcast. </a></p><p><strong>The episode music is by "</strong><a href="https://www.instagram.com/weareheirmusic" rel="ugc noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"><strong>Heir</strong></a><strong>" </strong></p><p><a href="open.spotify.com/album/4WtMubT7nIiF2aMtiiJKLP?si=tU4LmPSnSUee4jXvfJ7oxg£#" rel="ugc noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Stream the latest album</a></p>