The Darks

I don't like when I can't see straight. I find it difficult to remember what is true and I start to believe the voice that tells me all the things that leave me feeling like shit.  The difficulty is that the voice isn't telling untruths: I am after all, flawed. It's just that most days, I can also hear the voice that tells me that my flaws aren't the only part, and I'm able to remember the part where it's better to live in the gooder truths than in the shittier ones.

But on the days when I can't hear it all and only hear half... those days are dark.  I am old enough now to be able to remember that these days don't last. But while they're here, they're long.