Good Days
Good Days
- after Natalie Diaz
She still gazes through glass,
dreaming for a better day
She still believes in the choice of sunshine,
on her cloudiest days
That loop on repeat, driving her insane.
dark,
&
lovely
how could she ever feel again?
It’s crazy now that,
she writes stories
the cracks bleed gold and her soul unfolded
into a beautiful painful collection of pieces eroded
screaming ‘what once was’ on I-10,
Her original pieces glitter and shine
that were once too busy succumbing,
time
after
time
the waves wash over and renew
to protect that little girl within
in search for,
a woman needing her mind.
And even though she may not ever be the same
And it is so late in this poem, is it okay to be clear,
to say, she never needed anyone
except herself, anyway
she still traces the corridors
Somewhere stowed away
until the last minute, I’m thankful you stayed.