The New Year

New year begins and we pray the energy improves. The air is thick with fear and trepidation. Prayers have doubled to any god who will listen. I can taste the desperation. It rests on my tongue like dew slowly saturating my taste buds as if it were the fourth of July and my tongue just tasted a juicy hamburger made with American cheese and mustard and sweet pickles and I'm filled with freedom and pride eating my red, white and blue burger. Only the taste now is not so salacious. It is bitter and greasy, metallic like blood and it fills me with hurt and regret. I am filled even with the regret of mistakes to come. I pray to my God. I pray for a relief to rinse the despair from my mouth and the good fortune to feel right with what is to come and the role I will assume. Thy will be done. Thy wraiths be merciful. Thy judgement be forgiving.

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