Artherese

This start of year, mostly finding myself speechless – in awe, in feels, in hope. May I capture them more in days to come.

A Birthday Poetry 

Thank you 27
If given the chance
I’ll live you again. 

Here comes 28 
Not stopping to wait
Well, so am I. 

The coming of age
The passing of time
Is a nudge not a judge
Like cheese and wine
Older is better
Older’s the cue
To pursue, to live true
To your calling,
Finally but not 
A finale. 

Pep Talks

For every leap, there’s this familiar
Aftermath - the budding fear
When things are certainly uncertain. 

But still, a choice to brave the unknown
To find the beat, the rhyme, the awe
For every leap, is to live. 

I’m thankful I did. 
And will continue to.

(c) Artherese, 2025