A GOOD DAY

It is to try and try and laugh and cry!
She never acclimated though attempts were made.
Action, thought and feeling alike were dry
Contradictions complete. Impulsive trade
Emotion fleeting, once silly then next
Angry antagonism soon regrettable reasons.

On moved life in sad remorse. Vexed
Were days and weeks and months and seasons
And years. Long augmented annuals.
Time passed vanquishing self-sadistic struggles. Forever
On doubt the beasts did plague and feast. Thus manuals
Of choice from bad to worse did shape. So clever
Set mangled mirrors reflected humiliated scene
My eyes, empty; My body of lacking beauty.

“Perhaps,” she swallowed, “Need I gutting knife’s keen
A freak they call me, grief endured. I say
It must – I must be worthy somehow.” Ghosts
And spirits-of-night her guests, also lost in time  
Still, locked within her chest, albeit small dosed
Decaying mound of hope, withstanding grime.


She comes to her senses at chimes of song –
Choose I to be happy again like light
Happy I am for there is nothing wrong,
Truly there is nothing wrong – it’s alright.
From bed she yawns and stretches turning out
She sits with crossed-legs and groggily blinks
With hands she rubs away the sleep doubt.
Oh! Exclaims her mind as her spirit sinks.
A twitch of nostalgia drawing painful art
Across her face. More tears? She wearily sighs
O Heart why weep again and Eyes why too smart?
She dashes tears away and her face dries
She stands upon her bed and shakes to say
Alone, aloud, those echoed words: “It will be
Okay, I promise. Headaches, hits not today –
Don’t cry. Today’s a good day – you will see.”