how is it possible to be a person on the days that leave you feeling empty?

why doesn't that count as a good reason for a sick day at work
or a reason to take a break from life
responsibilities
until your soul feels better
or at least a little normal again

how can I be expected to be a mother, a friend, a coworker, anything
when my insides are bending and breaking and my brain is unable to connect the dots

when my hands won't work
and my legs don't feel strong enough to hold my weight
and my mouth forgot how to speak

how can I be a person
when I've forgotten that I'm even alive?

nothing
what is nothing
the absence of something
can know that nothing is truly there
for if there is nothing there is something
so you can not be worth nothing
for nothing is something

no one
is there such thing as no one
for if there is a lack of one
then that makes no since
it just  leaves no
and people exist
so you cant be a no one
because you cant be a no
for a no is not a person
and your a person

it is impossible
to be worthless
impossible
to be nothing
so happy that your you
and that your a special something

have faith in me
when I say that this world is a better place
because it had a chance to know you, to hold your own existence
in its roots and depths and heavens and oceans,
carry you up to the same stars that lights your eyes,
lay you down on lavender and daises,
your laughter flitting dandelion seeds enough
to make grow, to have bloom

the world adores you and in the way you bring summer with a sigh
and how you close your eyes and let spring rain soak your bones

and there will be things about you that the world may never come to understand:
the soft whispers to yourself when you think no one is watching, the way your fists clench when you sleep,
and how you think you at your most is never enough
(when it is enough, more than enough)

have faith in me,
when I say that
I have been made a better person,
the best I can be,
because I had a chance to
exist with you

to feel your love in the crinkles of your eyes, the squints of your uneven blinks
and through the bursts of emotion in your voice

I have always been caught in the wonder of your beauty
and it was always a matter of time before I felt the love like yours
wash over me in waves, waves, waves

and when I say I love you
it is in all earnesty,
because all of my heart and love and
faith
is in you