Some days

Are too difficult to peek out

From the rabbit hole

Is it just me?

Some days-

Are a deep rage

Much like roses dripping with red

I calm from the high

With a deep sigh

Some days-

You ring in my head

Snapping at cords

Playing the distorted lullaby

That makes me want to scream and cry

Some days-

I feel like an abused porcelain doll

Taken off the shelf and glued back together

Accepting and craving love,

Yet stiff, unsure of what may happen

Even after all these years