one week.

on sundays i am a “yes” in a room filled with no’s. wearing smiles as if they were hand-me down clothes. yes they might come fully- equipped with a few patches and holes…but having the sun in my eyes is the only view i’ll ever know.

on mondays i am forever and a day, an old man making a mark on strength, yet a child clinging onto the words that they’ll say, only to challenge their words and whimsical ways.

on tuesdays i am the “i knew it all along,” the words behind her simple songs, walking through a world that she has conquered and palmed, waiting below her window pebbles in hand and heart on her lawn.

on wednesday i am lost to the sky behind the clouds, like a desperate tongue in a simplistic mouth, with a cage filled with words just begging to get out, waiting for a kiss to bring the rain and end the drought.

on thursday i sing silence in a room filled with screams. i am a needle nightmare in a haystack full of diamond shaped dreams. i’m a set of greedy eyes in a room full of teams. and the lights i choose to free, are the lights i long to be.

on fridays i am the heartbeat behind the ready roars, the believing bird behind the sophomore soars, the handshakes and laughter behind the open doors, as i stand up with a window in my arms ready for more.

on saturdays i’m a “good” in a room filled with greats. i am a monster dining with saints. i’ve got a handful of loves, but a chest full of hates… and when it comes time to fly, i am scared that i will settle for walking with grace…

but on on sundays i am still a “yes” in a room filled with no’s. wearing smiles as if they were hand-me down clothes. of course they come fully- equipped with a few patches and holes…but with every week that passes i’ll allow myself to grow.

-alexander michael