Days like that......

Like its one of those days; it’s one of those things;
All mean the same to you:
There is an unseen weight yet still so real
weighing down upon you dampening your spirit
stifling your growth
It’s like you are suspended in mid-air; you are in stasis
With some strange being at your rudder;
You are at its mercy: turned, spun, rolled, rotated, pulled, pushed
your activities are futile but all you feel like doing is nothing
your environment have become this barren
desolate place devoid of its thrills, its hypnotism or even its magnetism.
If only you could be whisked away…..far away
Where your slate could be wiped clean and start afresh!
your once faithful survival strategy – the will to live; the means
of livening up yourself – is busting at the seams
your broad shoulders ready to buckle under the
the weight of the heavy heart you tote
you have vision yourself on this skyscraper high tightrope
mid-way of its mile long span frozen with fright
you have become so timid that you could
die with shock if touched

days like that….is like it’s one of those days….it’s like one of those things
which instead of being measured by despair
you clean yourself
you anoint yourself
you attire yourself…………..clean and dry
you cast away your gloomy and screwed face
by which time the sure the sun will be shining
days like that…
its’ one of those days…it’s one of those things!
That your bottle comes under test
You know have a good chance to become to know
what metal you’re made up of on days like that!