I cannot think of a title for the last poem of 2017

Last year,I had a lot of people to thank for making me feel aliveThis year, I have myself
I bid adieu to 2017, Making  sense of the rebellion inside meRebellion that has become second natureSo it has even stopped asking for my permissionBefore flaring up illusions to piecesBefore setting fires to the imagined
Because it all came down to the three-dimensionsthough I may have even seen a fourth
I woke  up to a snowfall and my lips rose in a curveI didn't realise I was smiling until my jaw hurtI was a wide-eyed kid in the moment I saw the whitesAnd gave that effortless smileI fearI may not experience again the magic as it froze
I once slept by the riverside in a place with colorful wallsI fearMy feet and those waves might never get close
Not a moment went by, that I regrettedSo I fearIf I will ever say the same of any coming year
But this year also taught me:I fear only what I look forward to
And so I look forward to all of those
But most of all, I learnt this new thingI know I am going to practice a lotI said no.

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