There are days...
full of noise,
others.....
where silence becomes sepulchral.
There are days .....
where the rush eats me,
and I don't see a way to stop.
Others I already feel so tired,
where I stop
and I start to rest.
I have days.....
filled with absences
without leaving behind to name,
those that fill me with anguish,
and want to bring me down.
Others are of so much joy
that even sorrows are forgotten,
with the breath of the breeze,
that comes to caress me.
There are days.....
that fill you with sadness,
where the cruel reality lashes,
and where tears well up,
full of rage and impotence,
and then you feel calm,
once they have been shed
and the nostalgia assumed.
There are days ......
full of criticism ,
and destructive chatter,
or of unspoken words,
that fill you with rebuffs
and rob you of energy.
These are mere days,
that lower your self-esteem,
and equally exhaust us,
taking you like a river adrift,
where you feel like drowning,
because it is impossible for you to swim,
and you don't have a life preserver.
There are days, ......
where the soul shakes us
and you immerse yourself in a state of anxiety,
that make you fall
into a kind of spiral,
filling you with reluctance,
and filling you with apathy,
even your strength is gone.
I prefer to stay
with all those hours
where you walk full of light
impregnated with laughter.
They are days of rising sun
and nights of full moon,
and in their reflection you look at yourself
days, where the hope
that you had as lost ,
even seems to bloom,
and you see the world at your feet.
Today, as usual,
I will go to bed tired,
but always most satisfied,
because in spite of
that there is,
the dreaded misfortune,
in this hectic existence,
for life I give thanks.
There is always something to celebrate,
and today I toast to tomorrow,
that which is yet to come,
bringing happiness.
