Bad Day

Peaches and cream.

Fluctuating state of being.

Days where I am unseen.

Solitude for which I’m keen. 

Rest and recuperate.

Guilty feelings of arriving late.

Pressure to stay ahead of fate.

Cards stacked. How will I rate? 

No voices in these quiet rooms.

The urge to complain but too blessed too.

Like why can’t what I see be true?

Like why can’t a princess acknowledge her blues?

What makes the days better?

When the storm is immersive and can’t be weathered? 

Just tell me to keep my shit together.

To let it all go. Let it float like a feather.

Maybe I need someone to hold me.

To nourish my soul incandescently.

Release my body and wake me when I’m free.

A direction of movement and them my emcee.

I probably want too many things. 

To detach from reality. To release the strings. 

Emerging from the cocoon to beautiful wings.

God herself needing me to sing. 

Here I am on another day. 

A product of the universe having its way.

I should have known when the sky was gray.

But tomorrow is a second chance to pray.