January brings hope,  

false but there, 

for a new self, new life, new world 

 

February sees continuation, 

lessening, but existent  

Only time will tell if it is persistent 

 

March tests dedication, 

as it flickers and wanes 

fighting along with the other pains 

 

April heralds the news of change 

For better or worse, 

you escape the curse 

 

May is spent pondering, 

reflecting on the time gone by 

Was it all for a lie? 

 

June feels slow 

The progress takes long to load, 

the days cold 

 

July is the worst 

Days shorten and expectations increase in size 

Every day a reprise 

 

August struggles with much the same, 

though change is once again on its way 

We just have to stay 

 

September brings spring, which in turn brings life 

Metaphorically and literally,  

you’ve made it, be proud 

 

October experiences a resurgence 

A new light, a new hope 

Let's see if this one was really up to scratch 

 

November finds challenge, 

though this one meaningful, 

as the flowers bloom again 

 

December becomes lax 

Just enough, 

to fall into the cycle again