Sunday, January 1, 2017


Bright lights.
We are the ones you couldn’t keep down.
Hang tight.
Shout, write.
We are strong if we refuse to drown.

New year.
New us.
Don’t think you can fool or control.
No tears.
Stay clear.
You’ve already lost. We know our goal.

History repeats itself;
The beginning is familiar,
but I know the ending.
Picking allies from the top shelf.
It seems bleak now,
but we are mending.

Don’t lose focus,
just stay smart.
They’ve got power,
but we’ve got heart.
Don’t stoop,
the air’s better here.
Stand as a group,
make sure they hear.

We are united,
don’t let them divide.
We are survivors,
don’t let them decide
who gets to be a part of this story.
Trolls in the comments,
fake news.
Don’t let them confuse.
Pick up a pen.
We know the truth.

Bright lights.
We are not the ones who should fear.
Hang tight.
Shout, write.

Happy New Year.
We are here.


Dr. Mark said...

Phenomenal post. I love it! Also, I'm quite impressed at how coherent and deep this poem is considering it went up so soon after our celebration! Excellent work.

The Magic Violinist said...

@Dr. Mark

Thank you! :) I'm surprised, too, honestly. I'd barely been awake for fifteen minutes when I wrote it.

Jimmy said...

Love this! Is the "we" writers? Or can I be one of the we?

The Magic Violinist said...


The "we" is anyone who feels like it represents them in some way. :)

Siths and Jedis said...

Great poem! I love reading your poems. I remember when you were winning the library contests non-stop. Are you going to do that this year?

The Magic Violinist said...

@Siths and Jedis

Thanks, Max! :) I'm planning on entering again. I've entered every year since we started doing it.

Boquinha said...

Beautiful poem. And so perfect for 2017.

The Magic Violinist said...


Thank you! :)