This is one of those days
I’d usually just curl up into a ball
and let the feelings pass
but I can’t do that now
Instead I have to stand up
meet the voices straight-on
and keep my head up and about me
I won’t miss something of hers
if I can help it
not even as I’m being crushed
by the weight and bombarded by the lies
that little part of me likes
to tell myself when something’s gone wrong
That would be the easy way
to let the darkness win
and I haven’t let it have a victory yet