What happened in the old year?
Did the pieces fall apart?
Did we stretch until we lost control?
Did we crush our broken hearts?
Did we wrong a loved one? Break a vow?
Did we rage with all our might?
Did we miss our callings?
Did we watch them falling?
Excuse ourselves from the fight?
I wish for us this New Year
not happiness, not fun.
No prosperity, or success.
Just do what must be done.
My wish for us is mending,
I hope that we will toil.
Dig deep into our darkness,
pick rocks out from the soil.
Find seeds we thought were dying.
Our gifts still left to give.
I wish just this on New Year’s Eve:
the strength it takes to live.