It's been 364 days, we're nearly there.
Just one more day, to lay things bare.
To clean out the closets, wash all the rugs,
to cut all those ties, that give you frequent tugs.
And emerge from the cloud of 2016,
to charge toward a new year, free and clean.
A bright day awaits, just a day away,
I'm ready to run towards it, away from the fray.