Between Bitter and Sweet
- jeevithajeevithaa3
- Jan 2
- 1 min read
It is the second of January, 2026, a new year and a new day, but honestly, I am not ready to start the year with hope, because 2025 did me dirty and now I don't know what to hope for or what not to.
But I do have this tiny bit of hope that some things, if not everything, a few things will work out like last year.
On this note, I am letting go of 2025 (even though I am a day late) and letting out a tiny poem that eased me a bit. Hope you enjoy it.
Between Bitter and Sweet
I sip my coffee
And every sip reminds me of you.
Too bitter,
just a little sweet.
Too dark-
draining me of hope.
Yet somewhere in between,
like a faint note of sweetness
You reminded me
That hope still exists.
You drained me of life
like too much coffee,
But at the same time
You showed me how capable I am.
As much as I resent you,
I think you were
one of the best years
of my life.
Goodbye, 2025.
Happy New Year,
and have a great, wonderful, chaotic and happy year.
~ Jvth
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