Some days are longer than others.
When you wake long before the light creeps out.
When you have appointments before your work day even begins.
When there is not enough time to finish what needs to be done
and too much time not to worry about it.
When long after it’s dark you’re too mentally exhausted to sleep.
When no one has heard the things you’ve said and shouted and whispered and hidden over and over and over again, and you take the the first steps to walk away.
When you’re really ok with it and doesn’t matter.
When you finally go to bed, trembling with cold, and pull into yourself, into the only safe haven you’ve known, embracing the darkness and the quiet and the spark of something you’re just beginning to see.
