January Baby

I was born into a cold world in January in Canada.

It was a cold day and not matter how wind turned and what motions it went through the wind was stuck feeling cold.

The wind howled in the cold and I screamed because it was so cold compared to the womb where I had once belonged. 

No matter how cold the world in which you were born, 

And forgetting what we have learned to tell ourselves we are

We all began in warmth,

We all began with love.

If you are born into a world without kindness, make some. Create kindness,

They say it is because it's where we were born

We learn to say that it is what we learned

And maybe it is.

But no matter how cold a world

Love makes your heart melt

And empathy lets it burn.

Let it give you your spark.

To this day I have cold hands and I'd swear a cold heart.

But I would swear wrong.

Sometimes my hands are cold

And they do cold things,

But the heart is never cold, we need only to let it beat.

Accept the beat no matter how it hurts.

My head can stay cool but I want warm hands and heart more than anything.

The rhythm of the heart. The pattern of kindness.

Sometimes what you feel is not who you are,

Because emotions are not always personality.

The world is a little off and turns an a special tilt

That is good enough reason for me to follow the because although January missed September and both loved and hated April,

through every season the wind knows only one way: forward.

We are born into a cold world and we are not the sun,

But we have the ability to bring warmth and create kindness.

Although we may feel cold it's never too late to build our fire

And take eachother hand in hand by the hand we will keep eachother warm.