1 Year

 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.