January Poem by Fela Payson

January
It fell the season I fell
Not in love, no
I fell into the black hole that is adolescence
It was white
Not like me
I am grey, I just look white
I killed the sheep I used to be
And now my soul lives on in a wolf
The wolf hides in the skin of it's former self
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
Things could go back to the way they were
The wolf uses the sheep's wool to shield from the falling snow
And the truth.
January.
New year, New me
It's only been a few weeks and I already hate this version of me
Can't I go back to the old me?
Not the 2025 me, no
And definitely not the 2026 me.
What about the 2022 me?
New year old me.
But I can't
I must keep up the mummer's farce.