cornucopia of struggle.

today is one of those
won’t-stop-raining days
tip-toe-straining days
head-under-water days
bottom-of-the-bottle days

but there are no answers
there are no escapes
no numbing agent
can exchange my place
in this slippery-slope life
this giving-up-hope life
this kicking-and-screaming
nightmare-and-dreaming
burning-and-bleeding
life.

did the sun even break and rise today?
cross the sky and crest today?
the melancholy fills the air
until all i can feel is gray and gray
so i drive and drive
while it rains and rains
the baby cries and cries
and i feel the same

today is one of those
fuck-my-life days
enough-is-enough days
call-my-bluff days
when there are no answers
there are no escapes
i must return to the center
where the silence awakes

so i breathe and i breathe
while it rains and rains
and i release, release
the strain and the stain of
this overwhelming-watershed life
this over-privileged-wanderlust life
this vitamin-infused-organic life
this healthy-wealthy-selfish life
this cornucopia-house-full day
this bright-utopia-heart-full day
this blessing harnessed
rain-to-harvest
grace-reliance
song-of-silence
day.
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the shadows that cast
across my path
my heart
my life are yet
evidence of sunshine.
more light, more shadow
than most have the privilege of
complaining about
this life.