The Day

It will come,

When you wake up,

And the stress is outside the self

Rather than rooted and emanating

From inches above the soul.

The stress is there,

You see it,

Live through it,

And come out the other side.

You won’t always smile,

But you will find that strength

That has been aging

like the best whiskey or cheese.

This is the only sincere promise

That I can ever make.

I promise you this.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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