A Bad Day
By Mia Savant
It was a bad day.
Not terrible
Not the worst
Just absent of good.
Terrible would be better.
At least with terrible
You give yourself permission to be sad.
You let your body moan in the agony
Free to let the tears roll
You bathe in the emotions.
Bad days you know it’s ok
But you can’t enjoy that fact.
You know this moment will pass
But that’s not the point.
There’s nothing to even talk about –
A mediocre emptiness.
Mediocrity dries up the soul.
Guilt washes over your mind
For such a petty complaint.
Logic persuades the absurdity
To long for pain to feel better?
But It’s not a longing for pain
Rather, pain can be felt
Which would be better
Than an empty moment.
A bad day is simply a day
Where you misplaced the feeling
Of being alive.
