Some Days

Some Days

Some days suck
no matter if you reach
inside
and pull out pieces of
self-esteem
(fictional or otherwise)
and marvel at them.

It is not enough.

Some days suck
no matter if another
speaks glowingly
of all you are
(in honest words)
and you cannot deny them.

It is not enough.

Some days suck
no matter what.
I suppose it is
really about numbers.
Are some days few
and far between or
today, yesterday, and tomorrow?
as long as it is
only some days
as opposed to
all days,
the possibility exists
either
the day before yesterday
or
the day after tomorrow

won’t suck.

MeeAugraphie
02/28/08

This entry was written by MeeAugraphie, posted on February 28, 2008 at 5:41 pm, filed under Life balance, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

2 Comments

  1. TC
    Posted February 28, 2008 at 6:46 pm | Permalink

    I really, really enjoyed this.

    Sigh.

    Somedays it feels like everyday is gonna suck… ;)


    Yeah, TC, somedays the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow seem like they are in another month - or century.

  2. paisley
    Posted February 28, 2008 at 8:09 pm | Permalink

    and i think that is a lot of the reason some of us stay…

    I’m glad so many of us find that enough reason, Paisley.

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