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POETRY | LIFE LESSONS | RESOLUTIONS
December, but Not Really Cool
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It’s the start of December,
with the middle yet to come.
I glance back at my days in 2024 —
every moment a lesson,
every shadow, a rising sun.
Regrets I once carried like a stone,
now feel like seeds I’ve sown.
Every stumble, every fall,
was just a step toward standing tall.
Resolutions weren’t just for the year;
they lived in each day, whispered near:
Learn, grow, begin again.
And yet, December —
it’s not as cool as it should be.
No rain to sing its quiet hymn,
no hail to dance in the evening dim.
Instead, a stillness fills the air,
a dry December — solemn, bare.
So consider your today for tomorrow.
Don’t let your life drown in sorrow.
Don’t let it become
a December that’s not so cool,
where dreams grow brittle,
and hearts grow cruel.
Let it rain where it must,
let storms rage, shake off the dust.
For even the wildest weather clears,
making room for brighter years.
