There Are Days

There are days… 

There are days when I feel like my will is made of iron, 
my nerves are tightly wound pieces of steel, and
I am unbeatable, unmoving and unbreaking.

There are days when I want to throw my head back 
and laugh maniacally, like the villain of the story.

There are days when my mind will never shut up
with the constant rhetoric of my insecurities and indecision.

There are days when I want to be held tighter than 
the pillows you squeeze between your legs,
for comfort at night. 

There are days when I want to swim in the pools 
dropping on my blank page,
as ink tips pressed too hard 
find it difficult to dry.

There are days when the sunsets bleed through my windows
and the pink, orange and purple hues of the evening sky 
feel tangible.

There are days when I feel the most alive,
as chemicals induce highs to counteract the lows of life.

There are days when my prayers mount like offerings
on the tabernacle of my heart, 
with thoughts thrown towards heaven's door 

and then there are days,
that are just days….