Here's to a new year

tomorrow will be better.

the cracks

on wall and skin will mend;

and the bitter taste that left 

your tongue

pressed so hard against your cheek,

with eyes closed and clenched fists

will fade...

And your tired bones will be

free

    to love.

       and to grasp.

            and to ebb and flow.

with the rising 

and falling of the tide.