Dry January, a month of icy winds,
Where the cold bites deep and the fire within begins.
No more whiskey to warm our hearts,
No more beer to shield us from the cold’s sharp darts.
But Dry January is more than just a month of frost,
It’s a battle between the cold and the comfort of a drink that’s lost.
To resist the temptation and brave the storm,
To find new ways to stay warm.
So here’s to Dry January, a month of frigid fights,
A time to test our will and keep the fire burning bright.
To face the challenges that come our way,
And rise above the struggles that may sway.
But as the days go by and the cold persists,
It’s hard to resist the lure of a drink that’s dismissed.
The fire in the fireplace beckons us to come closer,
The bottle in the cabinet calls out to us, a siren’s chorus.
We try to resist, to stay strong and true,
But the allure of the bottle is hard to undo.
We long for the warmth it brings, the escape it provides,
But we know deep down that it’s only a temporary hide.
So we push on through the month, fighting the cold and the urge,
Trying to find new ways to stay warm and emerge.
From the icy grip of winter, from the temptation of the bottle,
We find the strength to carry on, to stay true and unbottled.
And as the month draws to a close and the cold begins to ease,
We stand tall and proud, our resolve not to be seized.
We’ve made it through Dry January, a month of icy strife,
And we emerge stronger and wiser, ready for a new life.
This poem was written by AI (using Open AI Chatbot). Read more about Piatry – Poetry written by AI. All images were generated using DALL.E 2 (Open AI)