Do you dream in the wee small hours
between this year and the next?
When the past recedes, its minutes
darkening shadows of regrets.
Do you glimpse the spirit of your other self
and pausing, consider which coat you wear?
Which hat, which shoes, which life –
your choice. Simply ask yourself, ‘Do I dare?’
When failure tightens a noose around your neck
and tethers ivy twine about your feet,
does fear, unhindered caress your hands? Then do you
unshackle; do you risk all, while your heart still beats?
Do you step up? And out at Hogmanay,
and promise, whispered clear,
to be the better Bestest you.
Or bend and wilt away another year?