On my good days
I am like sunshine
extending out to reach the farthest corners.
On my bad days
I am like fog
overwhelming, thick, impossible to navigate through.
On my best days
I am certain that I am cherished beyond measure
that everyone who loves me does so unyieldingly.
On my worst days
I am certain that I have never known love
that no one could possibly see past my tenebrosity.
On my best days
I see possibility everywhere
nothing could hinder me.
On my worst days
I can not see a reason to go on
I plan my escape route.
On my best days
the light shimmers and dances
even when there is none.
On my worst days
I simply can not recall
ever having known light at all.
Then there are all the days in between
because life though black and white
has so much grey.
I am the amolgamation of all my
bests
worsts
in betweens.
I am still learning to love me
at anything short of my best days
I am still learning to love others
at anything short of my best days
because the one thing I know for sure
is that I still have a lot left to know.
pretty words for wicked girls 