The Tough Days
A poem about living with mental illness.
NOTE: Hear me read this poem in the video version below.
The Tough Days
There are tough days when you know you just can’t The world’s tipped at an impossible slant Your energy flees in a nasty rant You wither and droop just like a house plant
There are days it’s unthinkable to go There’s no strength to put on another show You succumb to the sad troubles you know The light at the end loses its white glow
There are days when it is all much too hard Trying to win you don’t have the right card The scenery reflects all landscapes marred All pathways to your heart are fully barred
There are days when all of your voices scream When the night doesn’t hold a single dream All that you are comes apart at the seam What was once shiny loses all its gleam
There are days when the sums never add up No joy found at the bottom of the cup Pain ravages you without interrupt You cower in corners like a small pup
There are days when all seems thoroughly wrong The world is dark and devoid of its song The path of light shown only to the strong Where every bell rings a deafening gong
Those are the days it is hardest to fake When each step forward feels like a mistake But in due time from the darkness you’ll wake If you hold on until morning’s daybreak
Written February 13, 2021 By Scott Ninneman
Until next time, keep fighting.
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