In My Deepest January

In my deepest January, the cold winds spoke,

Of years that passed, of hearts that broke.

Two decades long, a heavy tide,

A journey walked with pain as guide.

Once, anger burned where love had been,

A storm of questions deep within.

But time, so patient, carved a way,

Through endless nights to light of day.

I could have let the darkness win,

Let bitterness take root within.

Yet here I stand, unchained, unbowed,

A soul at peace, my heart unclouded.

No thirst for vengeance, no rage remains,

Only the grace that soothed my pains.

I found my strength, I learned to rise,

To see the world with softer eyes.

Blessed am I, for love endured,

For wounds have healed, for faith matured.

Injustice came, but did not stay --

It lost its power along the way.

In my deepest January, I stand so free,

Grateful for all that life gave me.

Not bound by loss, nor weighed by scars,

But thriving still, beneath the stars.

Poetry Prompt: 

Sherry's prompt "In Your Deepest January" at What's Going On?

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