When you have a down day, you’ll know it.
Hands will tremble against the stillness
They will hold the sorrows of the earth
And you will feel it all buzzing in your bones
On your shoulders, in your legs
It will rest heavy on your eyelids
And become the lullaby in your ears
You’ll know its caress against your spine
But your heart will show it no regard.
Your heart will cover itself with its scent
But never really give in—the heart
Is familiar with strides of the mind on down days.
It will play with you and try to make you believe that you are worth
The down day; that your value dips below the sorrows of earth--
That the sun has stopped smiling.
So, darling, when you have a down day
Lift your eyes from the dark—try.
Go and find the sun.
You’ll will find it accidentally bruising the skies
Leaving behind the purples, and the greens and the pinks--
evidence that the sun is hurting with you—
So open your blinds.
Take your bed outside.
Lie in the dirt and face the sky.
Let the sun sit with you, let it embrace you
With its rays on your chest
Open your trembling hands
And soak in the warmth that understands
The weight of down days.
Maybe the sun has stopped smiling.
But it has never stopped being good.