I had been hoping,
Hoping all year,
For a day to feel normal,
My head feeling clear.
It came unannounced,
And unceremoniously it went,
No matter that it's gone,
It was still heaven sent.
Peculiar ills try my soul,
Long days become weeks,
Long weeks become months,
months chisel a monument of hope into fine sand, sand funneling down the hour glass of time.
But just one good day,
Flips over fate's glass.
And little grains of hope flow back my way.
And a little hope lasts a very, very long time.
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