Oh, There Are Days

There are days when I look out the sill and see black, nothing seems right and I see nothing staring back. Oh, there are days. Sometimes I lose the will to write without inspiration, my muse so frail I lose my intense longing sensation. They say I should be grateful for my God-given creation, but I get melancholy like the rest of them, lost in solitude, craving to be full of complete happiness and pulchritude. There are days when my heart is barren and forsaken, I realize I’m living a life of loneliness and am mistaken. Oh, there are days. I feel the loss in my heart is greater than I can control, forevermore blurred in my achy and forlorn soul. If I was a diamond I’d still be made of ebony coal, searching for the brilliant radiance I so longingly seek, too tired and restless to move or even speak. There are days when I crave love to allure me in deep, something to ease my mind, an adoring secret to keep. Oh there are days. I know not if I’ll ever be the same without the pain, so used to its agony and the shame of disdain. I hope one day in complete joy I can remain, seizing moments and living in freedom that’s hailed, remembering the sad times but healing has prevailed. There are days when I await conquering that slope, praying to God I can learn to trust in Him and cope. Oh there are days of true hope. August 16, 2018