When January hurts, with its icy sting,
And the world seems covered in a frosty cling,
The days are short, the nights are long,
And the bitter wind sings a mournful song.

The trees stand bare, stripped of their leaves,
As if mourning the loss of the warmth it once received.
The sun hides behind a blanket of gray,
And the world seems trapped in a cold, lifeless display.

But amidst the chill, there's a glimmer of hope,
A reminder that even in darkness, we can cope.
For January may hurt, but it also brings,
A chance for growth, for new beginnings.

In the depths of winter, we find strength,
To endure the hardships, no matter the length.
We bundle up, we brave the cold,
With hearts that are resilient, and spirits bold.

And as we navigate through the frosty air,
We find solace in the beauty that's still there.
The snowflakes falling, delicate and pure,
A reminder that even in pain, there's something to endure.

So when January hurts, and the world seems gray,
Remember that it's just a passing phase.
For beneath the cold, there's a warmth that lies,
A promise of brighter days, just beyond the skies.

So let us embrace the chill, and face the pain,
Knowing that it's only temporary, not in vain.
For when January hurts, it's a chance to grow,
To find strength within, and let our spirits glow.
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