Sonnet #96

I hope this year can only go uphill;
It did not have the most promising start.
Of my mistakes, I just hope that I will
Fix them before everything falls apart.

By a thread, I’m tenuously holding
Onto sanity, the shred that remains.
To put it in gambling terms, folding
Would be the best way to reduce my pains.

For I’m afraid there’s no chance of winning;
No outcome where I appear the White Knight.
So in this remorse, my head still spinning,
I’ll try to suss out the action that’s right.

For how many people must I cause pain?
On my record, one more permanent stain.