At the Wake of 23'

I found myself asking to be cleansed of all smut in my heart.

Of all ill intents.

Of all insincerity.

Of all dark edges in my heart.

That I have never known.

That I know but my will power and discipline cannot subdue.

I found myself asking for grace.

Asking for this year to be lighter than 22'.

These arose from within myself — at the wake of 23'

The something within me notices.

Perhaps it yearns for me to be a whole new creation.

For the old to die and the grief about their death to also die.

Permanently.

So that I never look back.

Lest I turn to a salt pillar.