The Big Turn

You can see the end of the year from here
if you stand on your toes
and stare into the light
Behind is is the wreckage of another one
folded, spindled and mutilated
broken parts and broken hearts
Why then do I feel this need to hold on
when it was so awful
and made such little sense?
Maybe there were some diamonds
hidden way down
amid all that rust
Triumph over tragedy
laughter mixed with tears
we celebrate every day above ground
All that sadness
all that pain
gave rise to that thing with feathers
Hope
If we break it
we can fix it
it is what we do after all
It's what that New Year is for
all shiny and new
full of possibility
Sure things could be worse I know
there's always room
for movement up or down
This is the gift of tomorrow
and the next day
and the next
We work our way back to the beginning
to start anew
to start fresh
You can see the end of the year from here
and another one coming fast
right behind