Days

There are days where the glow turns to a haze.

The praise from others fades.

Wishing you could have it all yesterday.

Searching for answers in cafes.

Looking for motivation through doorways.

Finding out kindness is always the runaway.

When I was little , I always felt blue on Sundays.

As I grew older, it was all about the fun of Saturdays.

Waking up sideways, in a bit of a daze.

Now I escape from the comfort of my bookcase.

What is the one thing I would replace?

My face?
My birthplace?

My pains?

No instead I will make them my showcase.

We must be brave break out of the cave.

Find retreat out of the shade.

Pump glitter back into our veins.

Life is full of stains.

But it is also filled with birthdays.

It might rain on holidays.

Life doesn’t obey.

I joke about Mercury being in the microwave.

The everyday craze.

Waiting for women to put out the blaze.

Always.

Ending the day with fire across her face.

Why are women still seen through a male gaze.

Portrays of lace in cyberspace.

Such a cliché

Women put up with so much in every place.

Lets not forget the workplace or our home place.

Women are strong with so much self-faith.

We can’t seem to find the space in our days.

Telling ourselves affirming phrases.

Don’t wait for the grave.

Forget the hate and remind ourselves: ‘Well f*$K don’t I look great.”.

Big Love Fallon