The Seed of a New Year

A small hope rests within your hands,

quiet as dawn before it breaks,
a fragile seed of something new
waiting for the heart it takes.

You carry it through silent days,
through doubts that whisper you should wait,
but even in uncertain soil,
hope leans gently into fate.

There were seasons that did not bloom,
where effort fell like scattered rain,
yet every loss has tilled the ground,
preparing roots beneath the pain.

To begin again is not to forget,
but to rise with all you knew—
the courage is not loud or bright,
it’s simply choosing to renew.

So plant it softly, this small start,
with steady hands and open view—
for every ending holds within
the quiet strength to begin anew. ✨