these are the days

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these are the days
of documented depression,
when we find
we move forward to get away
and any hesitation
is a step back

**

these are the days
we all become one color
just different shades
and it’s all so boring,
so we scratch ourselves red
and punch ourselves blue
until we’re the right color purple

**

these are the days
we can change our face
a million ways,
but we’ll never escape
from the sickness

**

these are the days
we forgive our transgressors,
because our minds
move faster than our body do,
and we figure out
we only hurt in familiar ways
and everything else
is a story told

**

these are the days
the angels arrive
and their light
ignites our flesh,
and the ones who survive
are the ones who dive
into the deepest, darkest pit

**

these are the days
we become alchemists
and we find a way
to create happiness,
but nothing comes without cost;
the high before the loss

“these are the days”
©Steven Cuenca

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