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. 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.
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January 2019
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