Today
Ever have a day that felt meaningful
for little to no reason at all?
A day where little happened, naught of import,
and yet by the end you know just who you are?
Today was a day like that, for me.
Today was nothing special, wasn't even that fun;
I had school, I had work, and not much else,
but something is undeniably... right.
Yesterday marked a year since I left the Corps,
a year of freedom, adulthood, choice.
If anything *that* should have been the day
causing me to write anything at all.
Besides some excitement and rejoicing, though,
it felt just a day, any day.
Today, some annoying things happened,
some pleasant, some funny, none amazing;
today, by all reason, should have also
felt just a day, any day.
Yet it doesn't, and in memory won't,
and only the muse knows why.
A year and a day ago I watched those chains
slump from my body, but the nightmares clung.
Yesterday I heard echoes of them
hitting the floor, but also recalled their grasp.
Today I watched the mist and the rain
and felt free to be human, to live, to smile;
today the sun came out at night, and I watched
those ghosts succumb to it, fade just a little more.
I thought today was just a day, any day -
but instead it was a gift.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2018
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