SOME MONTHS SHOUT, FEBRUARY DOESN’T.

January didn’t knock,

it escaped.

Left lessons on the floor

and called it growth.

I won’t miss it.

That month had a talent

for testing patience

and blaming the syllabus.

Then February walked in,

not loud,

not flashy,

just confident.

Like,

Breathe. I’m here now.

The year is still young,

still stretching,

still asking us who we want to be

before time answers for us.

Twelve months once felt generous.

Now they feel borrowed.

Blink once

and the calendar laughs.

I remember the noise,

countdowns,

cheers cracking the sky,

fireworks making promises

they weren’t qualified to keep.

We screamed “New Year”

like volume equals victory.

But February?

February speaks in clarity.

It says:

Try again

but differently.

With scars that learned lessons,

with faith that bent but didn’t break,

with dreams that survived January’s attitude.

A new phase has begun;

no drumroll,

just grace clocking in on time.

And listen;

I’m not saying January failed…

but February feels aligned.

Like purpose finding rhythm.

Like growth lacing its sneakers.

So welcome, second chapter.

Same dreamer.

Stronger voice.

Better timing.

This month isn’t rushing,

it’s becoming.

Say my name when the echo fades:

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