“you know dark days/you know hard times”
-“nice for what” by drake
and indeed i have
there have been days where i’ve been
so full of poison
everything i touched ended
up withering before my eyes
i have spent weeks clothed in grey
a fog that doesn’t lift even when
pierced by unyielding sunshine
and so i know better than to expect
words to penetrate what light cannot
but here i go anyway:
it’s okay to sequester yourself
for a bit
sometimes darkness needs time
to wax and wane
undisturbed
don’t swallow what is itching to escape
painful as it might be to cough up
pieces of ghosts
harbouring them will only drain you
of the energy you need
to exorcize the past
and finally
all in good time
it gets better
it gets better
it gets better