Dark Nights and Bright Days
Some days I just want to curse at this blinking cursor and verbally insult the blank page. Days I’d rather light my words on fire than read them on a stage.
Ones where my faith shakes but never falters, be it a wedding or funeral, heck I guess whatever gets me to the alter.
I’ve walked in the rain for days at a time. Once I came up with a solution to some of the pain, the powers that be made it a crime.
Some days are better than others is what they tell me. However, I suspect it’s because it’s hope for tomorrow they want to sell me.
There’s nights I pray the sun never come up again. Not out of a love of darkness, just ones too fun for me to want to end.
But when it does, I adjust and rise with it. Realizing it’s shine, although blinding is kind of exquisite.
There was days it seemed the gray would stay, no game to play that wouldn’t be interrupted by a rain delay.
Followed by the sunniest of days and the bluest of skies. Making me forget all about the nights I believed the truest of lies.
