No Good Days
There are no good days
and no bad days.
They all start out the same-
you wake
you have expectations
make assumptions
name the day 'good'
name the day 'bad'
name yourself 'happy'
name yourself 'sad'.
I tell myself this
still today I'm mildly content
but tomorrow maybe not.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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