They’re just days.
I tell myself that they are just days.
Some of them are ugly and painful and some of them are beautiful like feeling sunlight warm your skin on a cool spring day. Some of them are jumbled and I can’t find my footing with words or art – those days I keep slipping, losing my grip.
It takes so much energy to move through some of those days. I feel myself sinking eventually falling fast into the blackness of deep water.
But, they are just days. And it’s just water.
If you close your eyes and feel the coolness of it. It’s in you, it’s around you.
Accept the day and all that comes with it. Stop trying desperately to swim when you’re down too deep to make it back up. Stop trying to breathe. Just be in the water.
I know it means that some days I have to hold my breathe. But I’m getting better at doing that… and when I can… coming up for air.
My legs are getting stronger; treading is easier. I hope one day I can swim back to shore and enjoy the view.