When midnight comes, I will not run Into the arms of my regrets, Nor will I fear the pain of wounds That have not scathed me yet. I will stand upon the border Of this year and the next, And say farewell with open hands And a whispered thankfulness. When midnight comes, I will not tie A burden round my neck, Nor weigh down my soul with resolutions To validate my breath. Instead, I’ll bless this new beginning And 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…