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My Some Days
My Some Days
Some days, the smiles simply don’t want to come,
These are the days I try the hardest to fake it.
It isn’t because I think I’m infallible,
It isn’t because I’m afraid of showing vulnerability.
Some days, the laughter is harder to generate,
These are the days I employ plenty of silliness to mask it.
It isn’t because I think I have a duty to always be happy,
It isn’t because I think everyone’s happiness hinges on mine.
Some days, the happy thoughts are lost in a mire of sadness,
These are the days I try to shine brighter, to care more, to love harder.
It isn’t because I’m trying to hide behind false emotion,
It isn’t because I’m in denial of all the hurt and pain and tears.
Some days, I don’t feel like being me, offering myself to the world,
These are the days I stop to hold an elderly person’s hand.
It isn’t because I’m trying to redeem myself.
It isn’t because I’m working at fooling the world at large.
Some days, the tears come even when I lock them down tight,
These are the days I find reasons to laugh until I may shed them unabashedly.
It isn’t because I’m afraid to let anyone see me cry,
It isn’t because I think I’m above shedding tears.
Some days, the hurt and rejection drive me to doubt my worth,
These are the days I reach out and offer love and support to others.
It isn’t because I’m trying to prove myself through acts of kindness,
It isn’t because I’m out to earn redemption.
Some days, I simply feel more broken than others.
These are the days I take a breath, and then another, and then another.
These are the days I take a step, and then another, and then another.
These are the days I reach out to make life a little brighter for another.
Not because I need to, not because I have to,
Not because I’m expected to, not because I really even want to.
I do it because some days, I need someone to do the same for me.
On my “some days,” I simply pay it forward and pray for its return.
Some days, the smiles simply don’t want to come,
These are the days I try the hardest to fake it.
It isn’t because I think I’m infallible,
It isn’t because I’m afraid of showing vulnerability.
Some days, the laughter is harder to generate,
These are the days I employ plenty of silliness to mask it.
It isn’t because I think I have a duty to always be happy,
It isn’t because I think everyone’s happiness hinges on mine.
Some days, the happy thoughts are lost in a mire of sadness,
These are the days I try to shine brighter, to care more, to love harder.
It isn’t because I’m trying to hide behind false emotion,
It isn’t because I’m in denial of all the hurt and pain and tears.
Some days, I don’t feel like being me, offering myself to the world,
These are the days I stop to hold an elderly person’s hand.
It isn’t because I’m trying to redeem myself.
It isn’t because I’m working at fooling the world at large.
Some days, the tears come even when I lock them down tight,
These are the days I find reasons to laugh until I may shed them unabashedly.
It isn’t because I’m afraid to let anyone see me cry,
It isn’t because I think I’m above shedding tears.
Some days, the hurt and rejection drive me to doubt my worth,
These are the days I reach out and offer love and support to others.
It isn’t because I’m trying to prove myself through acts of kindness,
It isn’t because I’m out to earn redemption.
Some days, I simply feel more broken than others.
These are the days I take a breath, and then another, and then another.
These are the days I take a step, and then another, and then another.
These are the days I reach out to make life a little brighter for another.
Not because I need to, not because I have to,
Not because I’m expected to, not because I really even want to.
I do it because some days, I need someone to do the same for me.
On my “some days,” I simply pay it forward and pray for its return.
Published 30th Jul 2020
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30th Jul 2020 5:24pm
Just absolutely beautiful my sweet.
Moving, tender, heartbreaking just a beautiful piece but always remember stretch your hand out across the pond you'll find me
Always be strong, be beautiful and be you
Ron x
Moving, tender, heartbreaking just a beautiful piece but always remember stretch your hand out across the pond you'll find me
Always be strong, be beautiful and be you
Ron x
30th Jul 2020 5:32pm
Dear PL,
I admire the wistful truth behind your write. You pen these days with a lot of relatable clarity. No expectations for return value, just hope. Powerful message.
Great write. H🌷
I admire the wistful truth behind your write. You pen these days with a lot of relatable clarity. No expectations for return value, just hope. Powerful message.
Great write. H🌷
30th Jul 2020 6:18pm
It expresses so beautifully what i feel some days .when the 4 walls arent there for comfort and i venture to work . When all i wanna do is curl up
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