Days of the Weak

Days of the weak
Days of the strong

Yesterday you dropped a bomb
Today you tell me to move along 

Weeks turn to months, months into years
Time passes in good form, but I’d rather count in tears

Why are things measured in length 
10 years of devotion, so that shows strength?

If all that time adversity lay low?
I’m told it’s success, but who’s to say so?

I’m much more impressed with the 6 months endured,
When I showed up to work with all the pain I’d incurred 

Days may all be hours of 24
But some move quite slowly, while others I adore 

And who’s to say what this calendar is for?
A construct to keep the masses in good form 

But really each of our lives are in no way linear,
And the world may feel much more spinnier 

For her one day, for them the next
And so I’d like to revise the text 

Allow for fluidity within my week
Experiencing trauma shouldn’t mean I’m meek 

Or tough news that comes along and I’m just supposed to push through 
There must be something else I can do

To hold myself in a caring space that day 
To go easy, and come from a place of play

Retraining my mind to let my heart have a turn 
A method that for years I spurned 

Or simply didn’t know about 
And certainly didn’t give much clout 

But now I cannot do without 
For too much suffering comes about 

When my ego holds tight to the reigns
And my intuition waits in pain 

For a time when it will get a chance 
To say its two cents, and when it does—
that will last 

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