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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#1104921 added January 2, 2026 at 12:15pm
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Anonymous in January


Prompt:
Let this quote inspire your entry today.
“January is the worst month. I am fat and broke from the holidays, paler than ever, and I can’t feel my own face when I walk outside.”
Anonymous


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I don't know about this Anonymous, but I am glad to be in January after all the rush and brush of December. Granted, where I live doesn't have me experience any excess cold to not be able to feel my own face. And so, at times and on occasions like this, I am happy for the negatives. Weird me!

And poor Anonymous! Yet, his pain wasn't for nothing because it led me to write some broken verse to show I could commiserate with him.
To Anonymous in January

You stand in January like the receipt
crumpled in your pocket,
that you didn't throw away
and your credit cards still ache
as they tell your truth too loudly.

I see your skin faded like
the color of winter milk,
in holiday softness lingering,
your breath fogging up plans
you swore were serious.

Outside, the cold steals the joy
as your cheeks go numb, but you
can always fake optimism, for
this is what I do all the time
whether I am okay or not.

So I really hope inside you
some humor is surviving anyway,
and although I may sound awful, here,
my noticing you, sharing your pain,
must count for something.

*Rolling*


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