Months

January was when it started

she taught me from there

songs, and stories, 

I couldn't comprehend.

But, I smiled, and loved, in the place of confusion,

knowing that someday I'll understand

March arrived, and brought my awakening.

I had to rely on the songs and stories

January taught to keep me on the right path.

However, it's hard, for the darkness clouds my vision,

and I cannot see.

No more. No more.

Summer, much later, the darkness stayed

in a place where it never should've been.

The light should've shined,

yet it sucked my life

and no one could understand.

I receded into myself. No one cares for me 

The month who had always been there came along with October.

And under their wings, I flew.

Above the dark, and into the light.

Grateful am I, that they led me,

through His grace.

And November came.

With it, the three

More knowledgeable than I could ever be.

(December has yet to pass by for me, but it soon will)

My months, my loves, my spiritual guidance, and, above all, my God strengthen me, 

so I can stand on this solid ground.

Author's Note

I want to submit this for a writing competition through my church. Any thoughts? Comments? Critiques?