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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