January froze me into lifelessness, a numb vessel aching for           change,
February was a blank space in a distant memory, unworthy of         being a blimp on a radar screen,
March shocked my cold soul to life, bringing a storm of                 emotions that were welcomed willingly,
April mocked me, as a child knocking a fish tank with eager           sticky hands;
May plunged me into a relaxing abysse, easing every pressing         ache,
June was a mindless walk on warm sand with the smell of salt         in the fresh summer air,
July exhausted my body, a period of continuous training;
August was a tick on my neck, draining me of energy and joy;
September torpidly passed, turning a month into an eternity,
October held my head above the crashing waves of stress,
November was my prison, locking me into a routine with no            sleep;
December sent me back, crashing into January with fear.