January drifts in, with skies painted gray,
A cold, quiet echo of all that's slipped away.
The festive lights dim, the laughter grows still,
And the weight of the season begins to fill.
The days stretch long, though the sun barely shows,
Wrapped in a chill only deep winter knows.
The trees stand bare, their branches like bone,
As the world feels colder, and I feel alone.
The joy of December, now just a trace,
Fades into shadows we can't seem to chase.
And here in the silence, beneath winter's gloom,
I sit with the stillness that fills every room.
But in the gloom, there's something I find—
A quiet reflection, a pause in the mind.
For even in darkness, there's something to see,
A space for renewal, for who I could be.
January's gloom, though heavy and slow,
Is the place where the seeds of tomorrow will grow.
In the frozen earth, the future lies deep,
Waiting for spring from this long, quiet sleep.
So I'll sit with the sorrow, the cold and the gray,
Knowing this gloom will not forever stay.
For after the darkness, comes warmth and the bloom,
And there's hope, even here, in this January gloom.
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