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.