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January is a month of grieving.
all the things that were not,
and all the things that were.
artificial lights disappear and leave behind a grey-gilded world.
moon and sun are both hidden away, shrouded in gloom,
and the world is cold without being hopeful.
January ensnares me in a quagmire of drudgery.
I wrap a threadbare blanket of sorrow around my shoulders and sip the lukewarm tea of bitterness.
it is tempting to wish away these morose days,
but, I remind myself, do not.
to everything there is a season, and a grief unobserved will fester.
I shall try, January, to embrace your reverent sadness,
so that I might move forward, unfettered.
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Chloë J.
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From gloom to light. The seasons have their own delight. Stay warm.