Today a new year
  is upon us folk;
our shoulders sinking
  still below the yolk.
In earnest I pray:
  it be better yet.
Reaching for the light,
  wispy arm outstretched.

Lord, give me courage,
  strength to do my best.
To break these wilful
  chains which crush my chest.
Thaw my fingers which
  clutch onto this key.
Help me rescue my
  dying creativity.

On my knees, I beg;
  how I plead to thee.
In this nightmare of
  a life don't leave me.
I so wish to crawl,
  to stand, walk and run.
How I wish to breath,
  to talk and to love.