On days like these,
I am glad the world doesn’t stand still.
On days like these,
I am glad that time doesn’t freeze like a river
when she loses the comfort of the sun’s heat.
On days like these,
when gratitude escapes me,
it is a comfort that nothing lasts forever,
else I’d remain fallen always,
forgetting there is beauty despite the cold,
and hope despite the failure.
On days like these,
it is mercy, not happenstance,
that tomorrow inevitably arrives.