Even the scarred can dream on New Year's Eve
once mere debris - / now sweep the stars,
Look at us, mere specks
under the spangled sky,
separated from the gods
by an uncrossable distance.
Overhead, fireworks -
once mere debris -
now sweep the stars,
ignite a dying year,
and dazzle this crestfallen world.
Gretchen Filart is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and essayist from the Philippines. Her works center on motherhood, love, healing, nature, and intersectionalities, some of which received distinction from phoebe’s Spring Poetry Contest and Navigator’s Travel Writing Competition. Connect with her on Twitter, Instagram, and Bluesky @gretchenfilart, or her website, ourworldinwords.com. She’s usually friendly.
