Some Days

Some days it doesn't matter what you do. Those days are just days that have the knack to sink you so low. Everything in the day will seem to gather and you will feel crushed from every side. Work will pile up and it won't matter how much you put in, some days it won't be enough. When you wake it will be raining when you wake for the fifth damn day in a row and when the sun makes its appearance you will be stuck inside. You will receive news that your esteemed leaders will smile as they kick you in the teeth. You will learn again and again that dishonesty is rewarded, that merit is dying a silent death.

And when you come home, even with the finest intentions, your will is breached. You will make poor decisions knowingly and be unwilling then unable to stop. You will be ashamed at your weakness and be ashamed for your shame.

You will feel that everything is impossible.

And then it begins to rain again, hard. Sheets of rain come swooping down and the smell of grass and dirt will rush upwards into your mouth. You will taste the fragrance of the earth and for a moment you know everything that life offers. After a moment you will return to your life but you will return with a moment of eternity captured. You will feel compelled to write and as you write you know it is enough. Everyday, even our most miserable can be salvaged in a moment.