T A K I N G . F L I G H T

Y e s t e r d a y

Yesterday was a bad day. 

The sun had gone from me. 

I didn't think I'd ever see it again. 

My wings felt clipped. 

I felt choked of oxygen. 

My pillow soak in tears and sweat. 

Memories can be painful. 

It's the ones we most Wish to bury 

that return the most often when we're finally happy. 

I didn't think I could get up. 

I wasn't strong enough to make myself. 

So I stayed and wallowed a while. 

A friend sent me a text,

it made me smile. 

I wasn't getting anywhere

With my obvious denial. 

Outside the world kept spinning, 

People were learning, growing. 

I kept myself from knowing. 

I got myself up, 

hugging my dressing gown around me,

I went to the kitchen to get some hot coffee. 

I sat near the window 

Stared out at the blue sky

Still feeling this storm rage inside. 

This was my day. 

I may not  have dressed, 

I may not have jogged, 

I may not have laughed 

or brought a brush to my hair. 

But I got myself up. 

I'd heard from a friend that cared. 

I'd done what I could to BLOCK out the despair. 

Yesterday I  c o p e d. 

I'm proud of Yesterday. 

Because I believe that I'm going to be Okay.