The Architecture of Intention

Today is the beginning, it’s a year anew,
A time for many to change their view.
The calendar turns, the pages are white,
Waiting for stories we’re ready to write.
This is not a resolution, but a promise kept,
A vow to awaken where shadows once slept.
A promise to myself to treat myself with kindness,
To leave the harsh critics and the doubt behind us.
To find the positive despite the negatives in my day,
To seek out the light and the gold in the gray.
To speak my truths, though the words might be few,
No matter how hard it is for others to say, or to view.
I’m learning to love myself, the flaws and the grace,
To honor the journey and look at my face
With a gentle compassion that helps me through all,
Learning to pick myself up after each fall.
The path may be winding, the climb may be steep,
But these are the secrets and vows that I keep.
I refuse to be hidden, or sit on the shelf—
I vow this year to stand tall in my promises to myself.