November 22 is the 326th day of the year (327th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 39 days remaining until the end of the year. This date is slightly more likely to fall on a Tuesday, Thursday or Sunday (58 in 400 years each) than on Friday or Saturday (57), and slightly less likely to occur on a Monday or Wednesday (56).(https://en.wikipedia.org )
Poetry is terribly personal,
Invites people to ‘look inside’,
This is how I perceive what surrounds me,
How I live, what I love, why I cried.
It’s risky, sometimes, to be open,
Court ridicule, pity or contempt.
But it comes, all the same, from within me,
Bursting out, whatever my intent.
And it hurts, now and then, in the making,
Then it grows and takes on its own form,
And I wonder just where did it come from,
Then I’m proud of this new thing, I’ve borne.