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31 January 2025

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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14 POINTS OF VIEW:

Sherry Blue Sky January 31, 2025 at 9:19 AM  

Bing, this is beautiful, and I admire you so much for how you rose from such heartbreak and carried on. "Yet here I stand, unchained, unbound"........."I learned to rise, to see the world with softer eyes." That is grace indeed. I cant tell you how much I love this poem, and admire you for the journey you have made. And your children are all thriving, which must bring you joy and pride. Thanks for sharing this, Bing.

Truedessa January 31, 2025 at 10:00 AM  

Your poem is uplifting and a reminder that one can overcome obstacles. Your use of rhymes enhances the poem.

I found my strength, I learned to rise,
To see the world with softer eyes.

Susan January 31, 2025 at 9:39 PM  

I LOVE this poem. It takes us on the whole journey, not letting it sound easy: "But time, so patient, carved a way." I love the progression and the unforced rhyme and the grace of the poem. Thank you! I'm glad you're here.



Through endless nights to light of day.

Mary January 31, 2025 at 10:47 PM  

You have made quite a journey over the years. From a place of anger to a place of love and strength. Congratulations on not letting the injustice steal your life. Beautiful poem, effective rhymes, and strong message.

Jennifer Wagner February 1, 2025 at 2:55 AM  

This is fabulous in every way. I've bookmarked it because I know I'll want to read this one again.

Sumana Roy February 1, 2025 at 1:23 PM  

A very inspiring and graceful journey towards light. "I found my strength, I learned to rise, / To see the world with softer eyes." I can't speak enough of these two lines. So beautiful, Bing. Lovely to see you this week.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 9:28 AM  

Thank you for appreciating it, Truedessa.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 9:28 AM  

Thank you , Susan.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 9:29 AM  

Thank you for the kind words, Mary.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 9:29 AM  

That's so sweet, Jennifer. Thank you.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 9:31 AM  

Thank you so much, Sumana. I love joining your group and I wish I can do it more often.

Bing Yap February 3, 2025 at 11:02 AM  

Your words truly touch my heart, Sherry. There was a time I didn't think I could rise from that darkness, but life has a way of pulling us forward, even when we don't know how to take the next step. If there is grace in my journey, it has come from love-- the love that remains, the love that lifts, and the love that continues in my children. Seeing my children thrive despite everything is the greatest source of both pride and comfort. I am so grateful for your presence here, for the way you see and honor this path, for cheering me on through all these years, for your kindness, and for your beautiful virtual friendship. Much appreciated!

Kim M. Russell February 5, 2025 at 5:44 PM  

I’m sorry it has taken me so long to get around to reading your poem, Bing, but I’ve been ill, still am, but getting better. Your words have cheered me this morning, particularly the lines:

‘But time, so patient, carved a way,
Through endless nights to light of day’
and
‘Not bound by loss, nor weighed by scars,
But thriving still, beneath the stars.’

rallentanda February 5, 2025 at 9:45 PM  

I like the positive attitude in your poem. You have triumphed over the darkness. Not everyone can do it so this makes you special. Reckon there must be a few lucky stars shining over you out there :)

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