Worn and weary I
run away from words hidden
in the dark of night.
Pained and poured out I
slowly ascend the mountain
reaching toward the light.
Strained and so sore I
peruse the new horizon
coming into sight.
Battered but brave I
reach into my open heart.
Love overcomes fright.
Out with the old.
In with the new.
Throw away society
Is nothing new.
Long lines of history
Started this brew.
Custom is not custom made
When everyone agrees.
No person better than another
If we could truly see.
Celebrations followed time
In its global rounds
Until the ball with all its hopes
Dropped roaringly to ground.
I wish you Happy New Year
Both with joy and dismay
That too many doors will shut again
On this new year’s first day.
Across the globe
We hear the whoosh and slam
of shutting doors and clicking locks
where too few give a damn.
On this day I resolve
To open wide my doors
And to welcome in with grace
Those seeking a safe shore.
annarino writes 