With December

Grey November,

You were most inspiring this year.

And I wonder now, how

December would be like. 

Hey December,

Would you be the same as last year?

Would you find me new friends?

New warmth? A new start?

I remember,

How last December, 

Caught me in a brighter state,

Than I was in July. 

July, you were quite depressing, actually. 

Until you taught me how

Regret turns into faith,

And faith into desire. 

August, September, October

Slipped by ever so leisurely,

Silent recovery,

A cheerful sort of peace. 

December came, 

And I discovered a new me.

She was happier, calmer,

Healthier, stronger. 

Old me buried herself,

Deep into the depths of my soul,

She must be ashamed, of 

Just how much finer her heir is.