The speaker is looking back on a year that has clearly left them stunned. The opening, "My god what a year... I don't know what to say," trails off into ellipses, as if words keep failing them. It feels like someone sitting quietly at the end of December, trying to make sense of everything that happened and coming up short.
Then the poem settles into a small, honest discovery. The speaker says they have learned things "along this journey," and the biggest lesson is about themselves: signs of who they are were "buried in my chest," hidden until now. The last line is hesitant, with its odd commas and pauses: they "also, maybe need... love and care." That "maybe" shows how hard it is to admit. The mood is tired but tender, vulnerable, and quietly hopeful. The title's word "Resolve" suggests that this admission is a kind of decision to be gentler with oneself.