Last year I made a vow and broke
This year I mean to keep
One year alone,
No hearts, no mouths
Until May, the 13th.
To find my tribe and where I thrive
And, therefore, know me true
To firm my stride and walk with pride
Before my eyes find you
That is my quest, where I will rest
Once it has been complete
I’ll know for sure, and be secure
Myself I get to keep
Last year I made a vow and broke
This year 4 doors await
My mind, my flesh,
My heart and soul
Upon these I fixate
To know HIM evermore and more,
To grow in wisdom too
My soul then will be saved and soar
No evil will ensue
Pick up a book and take a look
whenever in a jam
Expand my mind and redesign
An old mental program
Next, elevate, “girl, lift those weights”
My body, I will tone
My food and mood, my words and curves
A temple, with a throne
And finally, to be set free,
the last door left to cross
My heart I leave in these hands be
Whenever at a loss
No love I’ve known like those who’ve grown
Beneath the heavy roof
We bare and care, my sibling share
A bond made fireproof
Next are my friends, those always there
Who never made me doubt
That in the depths of my despair
Their love I’d be without
1 year, I say, though well I may
Take longer to achieve
The goals I seek to build and keep
And live what I believe
Last year I made a vow and broke
This year I won’t revoke
No flower will I open, no sword I will unsheathe
Until the well appointed time,
Of rainy May 13th.
