Some days it hurts when
my heart beats. It hurts
to feel everything I feel. And
to witness all I see.
Some days I attempt to
make sense of it all. I
put thoughts into words and
string them up like xmas lights.
Some days clarity smacks me
on the face and grabs hold
of my hair. It tells me
what I need to write.
Some days lucidity hides
from me. I have to trim away
the confusion like
I prune a rose bush.
Some days I’m full of
confidence and surety. My
thoughts are clear and I
see easily across the horizon.
Some days I second
guess everything. I squint
my eyes as though I’m looking
through muddy glasses.
Some days my relationships fall
into place like dominoes
carefully lined around the table
that easily tumble with only a tap.
Some days my ego creates
havoc for myself and
everyone around me destroying
peace like napalm.
Some days it hurts.
