Those Days
Some days aren’t so great.
They drag on like the heavy chains of sinners, and every dark emotion fills my being.
On those days, I question everything.
People whose friendship has proven true to me.
My family.
My peers.
Myself.
But then, on those days,
If I’m lucky,
I see a glimmer of hope.
Like the tiny sparks preceding a roaring blaze.
Taking form in a conversation.
An exchange.
A smile.
Those days, I am reminded of my experiences.
The horrors behind me.
The journey of healing ahead.
And most of all, the promise of a new beginning.
It’s out there, and maybe one day I’ll find it.
Those days project a multitude of colors encompassing the beautiful spectrum life has to offer.
Today was one of those days.
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