A moment of awakening, a revelation
Hauled from hibernation
New Year; New You?
A day of discovery, we’re told
As resolving to renew, restore, refresh -
Rejuvenated, we reach for meaning
By shaping body, mind, soul
and yet. And yet
an itch persists.
Treadmill tyres tire.
Gold tarnished, frankincense fades.
Still, expectantly, follow a star.
Sarah Simms can be found on twitter @caddster
About this poem
"6 January is a poem for anyone who (like me) feels the challenges of the new year - the pressure to renew yourself, while being acutely conscious that the reinvention is often one prescribed by marketing departments. For anyone searching for a moment of true epiphany and uniqueness in a busy life. Good luck - let me know when you find it!"