The last few days
have been those dreams you had
as a child, falling off cliffs but never really
crashing.
There are bad days and then there are exceptional ones. Those that feel like fingernails dragging on a small chalkboard in your head. Like life slowly leaving your favourite feng shui plant.
You shut your eyes
and beg for it to stop.
but the hamster keeps running on its wheel and the hourglass fills up with sand.
A bird in a golden cage, you sit pretty
and wait for the sun.
What else is there?

A new day,
beautiful.
You pray,
no more bad days.
No headaches from overthinking, no scraped nail polish from all the chewing
Enough!
So you go up
Up to the gold in the sky
And let your wildest laugh
set a fire so bright that
darkness lays down its shroud
and gives way to songbirds
to come perch on your shoulder and whisper
sweet love songs in your ear until
you learn to dream of fairy lights on the beach again.
Or so hope.
What else is there?