Days & Nights

  

1.        

Some days,

I wish I didn’t always have to be
the strong one; I want to be weak.

I crave to cry out in tears rather than ink.

I desire to be the one comforted
rather than comforting the other.

I’d die just for a moment where someone
would go out of their way for me.

Instead, I will for you once again.

I wish I could be the standard girl
who cries when she hurting even just a little,
who doesn’t like to be alone–love is all she needs.

Some days, I just wish I didn’t have to be me.

2.        

Other days,

I’m glad to not be so typical; I’m happy
I can bear to be alone, lift my own spirits.

I don’t want to be anyone other than
the best me I can be– live life happy and free.

I couldn’t image crying in front of a crowd.
Oh, how embarrassing that must be–weaklings.

I hold pride in keeping a smile on my face,
though inside I may be drowning in tears.

3.        

Most nights,

I feel completely alone–wandering
the world with no place to go.

I feel my heart is filled with snow

and the frost bite will never leave;

there is a bitterness to me.

I fear I will not be able to shake the cold;
find another with whom to grow old.

I roll over once more– another tear
rolling down my cheek.

4.        

Tonight,

I feel lucky with the life I lead,
considering all the bad cards
that have been dealt to me.

I’m calm knowing I’m alone,
just my thoughts and my words
to keep me company.

Though things may not always seem easy,
I am proud to be me– to have made it through
the thick, thick weeds–came out smiling.