day one hundred sixty-six: eve of a new day.

on the eve
of a new day
a simple changing of days
from light to dark to light
the light simply returns
there seems to be a finality
in it's passing
more so than previous returnings to light
the ones of my past
the ones that have happened for the eighteen years
i've been alive
there's a sort of seal of
never going back
and as brave as i'm trying to be
i'm scared to death
of what this new year
is bringing