Some Days
A list poem about the texture of a normal life — and the small surprise of opening your eyes.
There’s no single mood that captures a life. The list is the form that comes closest.
Some days I am strong
Some days I feel weak
Some days I am tired
Some days I feel alive
Some days are serious
Some days are full of joy
Until we open our eyes
Every day is a surprise
Some days I wish they’d end
Some days I wish I could relive
Some days I reminisce
Some days I look ahead
The variety is the texture. The sameness would be the problem. Until we open our eyes, every day is a surprise — even the bad ones. Even the boring ones. The opening of the eyes is the whole part you control.
— JTC