January, for Janice,
has no difference with ice
cold, still grasping onto unresolved resolutions
and bold enough to freeze one’s mind.
It happened when she was on the edge of cliff
jumped and fell into a so-called new year
never expecting that the bottom of her sight
is a frozen ocean, limitless no ceiling
one of her biggest fear, unconquered.
Some people in the other parts of world said,
“January is the coldest month ever,”
so sneezing forever after it seems kinda normal
“you’ll adapt to it” they said.
Between untold cold where she folds her skin and flesh
she found gold, a mere definition of her name
She’s just having enough persistence, to hang in
long enough before frosty water turns her into warm body
Darling, this, we name it, adaptation
which the ones who possessed endurance and kind heart
Can really celebrate purpose with her.
Happy new year, 2019.
Again, what’s your resolution? I mean, the direction you’re heading to.