I have good days; great days
Days that are absolutely amazing I have bad days; days that terrify me I can't possibly get through this day... And then I do. I have moments so glorious I must surely be dreaming And memories so traumatizing How did I ever make it this far? Yet I have. There are times when I give up For a moment or many more Then there are racetracks of faith Then grace of blessed change I now call it rhythm. You see these days that are life They were never meant to stay long They will churn, ebb and flow Until one day they must cease Forever our unique moments So I still show up for each day Sometimes after dusting myself off. Some days my best isn't good enough Some days my worst is more than enough My halo held up by my horns. We all serve a purpose Each day starts an idea Another chance to write a chapter Another story to leave behind My legacy continues. So eat the damn ice cream. Lift your face to the sky Let the wind swirl across your skin Feel these moments and fight Dance in the rain Hear the thunder and sigh Let each spec touch your soul Walk with grace and live life.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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