The tension rises as everyone rushes

Around, searching for stupid costumes

To fulfil the fancy dress criteria

My head aches with the fervour of it all

And I long for sleep and silence

To muse in miserable self-pity

Alone, with only myself to blame

I have no happiness, no glee

In the countdown to New Year

For problems old, and from the past

Beckon me in backward whirlwinds

Overwhelming in their tenacity

I long for a new year that's

Disconnected from the old

Dancing, hopeful, into oncoming

Trials and tribulations, homing

In on triumphs and using

Failures to teach myself anew

That despite mistakes

I can learn, succeed even

But last year calls us hauntingly

And for Cinderella, midnight is doomsday