Some Days

Some Days (By Cat Matchuk)

Some days, I sigh
unable to get any air
I exhale and exhale, over and over
again

Some days, she smiles
and I overheat.
It’s as comforting as the orange glow from the afternoon sun
peaking through the windows.

Some days, I worry
about what I can’t control,
What others don’t spend a minute thinking about
not a minute

Some days, she holds me
and I melt
a thousand feathers to cradle my heart when it becomes a hammer

Some days, she smiles
and I’m whole again.

Poetry

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