no day's the same
some days
you'd awake with agitation
and anxiety
singing with a fiddle and a drum only you hear
some days
you'd awake with an unusual
and unexpected felicity
and when asked why, you'd say
'oh, i awoke on the right side of my bed'
some days
how you feel would be undecipherable
other days
you'd question your wokeness
when life throws a new day at your face
do not stall or growl
for she throw at you a priceless chance
and what does one do with chances?
© Valerie-Pearl Oyo.