December First.

Thirty-one days filled with promises.

The eleven chapters before it echo

with the promises they failed to keep.

Ready for what’s next? Not yet.

Overwhelmed before it begins.

Planning to perfection,

an attempt to control the tension.

You agonize but you realise

there’s no time to waste.

When the pressure becomes too much,

when you feel you have lost your way,

you’re just swept up in the chaos day after day.

These promises fall quietly

in a pile at your feet.

Glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Take a breath…

It will all be okay.

December arrives.

And so, it begins.