Pilgrimage Podcast

When midnight comes, I will not runInto the arms of my regrets,Nor will I fear the pain of woundsThat have not scathed me yet. I will stand upon the borderOf this year and the next,And say farewell with open handsAnd a whispered thankfulness. When midnight comes, I will not tieA burden round my neck,Nor weigh down my soul with resolutionsTo validate my breath. Instead, I’ll bless this new beginningAnd who I am becoming,For we are works of art unfinished—A living canvas full of colors ⁠⁠⁠Help support and sustain the podcast.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠ The episode music is by "⁠⁠⁠Heir⁠⁠⁠"  ⁠⁠⁠Stream the latest album⁠⁠⁠