The 27 Januaries of Lore:

There have been in total the magic number of which I don’t remember many in my slumber.
Of those when I look deep within, I find maybe each had its own twin.
Were they pulsating or alternating- to take me through a journey reverberating?

Of those which I hear and remember:
One was which they all say was really cold and rainy.
But after there are many which play no memory,
until the one with a hand tightly wound in a cast,
making a run, in the heavy rain, across the garden grass.

There are of course pictures to tell the tale of the ones I forgot.
In top hats and dresses; even one surrounding toys, sitting on the floor.

There are ones which maybe have a distinct sound-
was it a January where over a cactus image they were all wound?

And of course there are ones, I just cannot place.
It definitely would be unnatural to have each in tandem replayed.

There are some after the 9th which seem to blur together-
A ritual which held each in a series of great fervours.
I remember smiles and people and love from before.
I remember one, in sobs, thinking of a tale that could never be.
I remember another surrounded by books and yet many finding time to call home the day.
This too was about moving around and finding Pieces hidden within many doors.
Which repeated itself strangely after a day of being hidden on the first floor.

I suddenly remember one all dressed and waiting,
This was way before the ones last mentioned;
As was often the case, it was a freezing freezing time of the year.
We were all to trot back home and out of the administrative tier..
And guess what I got to visit some place, I had not really been before.
I wouldn't have known then, that I would now move towards a similar school.
But maybe things are connected in ways we are unable to accurately spool.

I remember stickers and I remember candy, I remember days when I didn’t feel as dandy.
Then there was growth which I could not have imagined. I grew into a person,
few could have intricately patterned.

There was one with flowers and colours and feeling of gain.
And others with people we befriend just to forget all over again.

The ones which came next were the ones I was left to stroll.
Wondering was it the day or night or the wind which was meant to be cold.
Moments of contingence moved in and out, from gestures of motion to greater emotion.
To poked fun and dinners, of pretending and being. Of living dreams of serenity and gleam.
It all moved towards understanding and days, till one January took my breath away.

This was I would say 21st in the row. I wouldn’t have guessed what it brought in tow.
I was surprised by a visit in the second half of the month,
by an incredible person and a family built through coincidence and fun.
This would change me through and through-
those who met me in the phase would tell you this is true.
I found something within, which was lost ages ago, I spoke of moments I thought I did not know.
This brought a new rigour in life.
For this 21st January gave me a strength beyond I could have surmised.

Of the next maybe I am not so sure, for I think I spent it looking at images and maybe more.
It all seems a blur now that it is gone, I don’t see why it was spent in such a throng.
I think the next was when I stood up and said. I need a change and need to cool down my head.
I remember feeling on top of the world, as I shed my skin and more, left behind stories I didn’t want to hold on to anymore. I traveled and changed places, to move on in life.
I met some great people and made some lasting bonds, to surmise.

The next I refuse to dwell on much. It went past almost in a tuft,
I have thought much during the days after, but I refuse to give in again to the roster.
A blur it all was till we reached the next, the 25th of them all brought another colour of text.
I discovered and moved, I recovered and groomed. I spent a much piffle in trying to figure,
I missed out on narratives, yet I knew I could not wither.

The movement that emerged here was enormous,
as I decided to configure what had been so long on the trellis.

By the 26th January I had reformed.
With just the right amount of fervour, I decided to remount.
What came next has been the time of reprieve. So much has been reconfigured to meet the world’s might. I have no thoughts of going back to redefine. The days I had assumed were totally mine.

As I sit in the 27th of them all. The magic number promises me yet another enthrall. Oh I know it would be another time altogether. For this was when I was bound to tether. Not in grass or a peg or even a pole, just to realism in ways I chose to unfold. I could not presume to define, how each of these have been the solace of this attempted rhyme.
It has been a journey bound to many ways, but not I choose to trust in only hopeful frays.

Who says wear and tear in always a bad thing, for those of us who believe in constant living- it is only fair that any piece bound to explore, will soon discover ways it could implore.
Change is not a bad phase, nor is holding on to any latter din, I chose to believe in eternal believing. To explore one’s inside as much as the world and to implore to the universe for everything that we are worth.