There are days I can handle the pressure.
There are days at the top of my game.
There are days when I can’t do a bad thing.
There are days when “Success” is my name.
And then there are the meltdowns…
On those days all I touch falls to ashes.
On those days everything goes to hell.
On those days all my fears and frustrations
drop me into a dark, stinking well.
So I cry and I wail and I curse God.
And I stamp both my feet like a child.
And I swear I won’t ever be happy
’cause my life is just something reviled.
But then…it passes.
And I start to see life in a new light
where the fear and frustration seem small.
And though I had suffered a meltdown
I survived, and that’s saying it all.