January

A paradox.
That what can describe this January.
A month of healing.
A month of tribulations.
Triumph. Triumph over my greatest fears.
Failure. Nothing I started worked out.
But I love it.
Atleast I tried it .

Love.
I experienced some of the greatest support.
Hate.
 I hated whom I was .
I loved who I am trying to be.
Friendships.
I met some amazing people.
 I discovered amazing in some of my closest people.
I lost some of my acquaintances
I had to.
I had to for my plans to work.

Planning.
 This year I made some goals.
 I made some aspirations.
 I also started some activities that were not in the initial roadmap.
 Poetry was reborn.
Reborn to include consistency.
An apple a day for my mind.

How can I tell them I like writing in the dark .
I hate writing under the light.
It is darkness that gives my writing the sparkle
The light at the end of the tunnel.