Some Days
Some days are hard. and when they are, i allow myself to feel whatever it is that my body asks me to feel and i respect the time it needs to fumble and flounder and fall a little. some days i am swallowed whole by things too big for me to hold. and so i set them down. i rest, knowing that even when i cannot slay the beast, i can lay aside my sword for a moment and work on protecting my spirit instead. some days my heart beats like thunder inside of my chest. it is heavy and loud. and relentless. it does not listen to the part of me that wants to silence the storm. and so i take my eyes off of the noise and fix them on quieter places. on music. and art. and heaven. and trees. and i show myself grace in the dark. even if i am shaking my way through it. because some days i still haven't caught my breath from yesterday yet.