days that drag.

[sarah_j_powell]

to those days that cannot seem to contain any glimpse of joy:

i say, bite me.
i will find happiness and i will conquer you. there is no victory for you here.
you lose my keys and i will find them.
you drain me of energy and i will consume caffeine.
there is no stopping me.
you bring rain and clouds that hang close to my head
and i will cheerfully run through your puddled mess.
oh, to those days that drag,
i will win. and your destruction will be my prize.

be fearful of me, pouty days.
beware that it takes more than this
to lose hope.
my strength lies not in those which i find fault,
but in the unchanging Wind that blows
away your clouds.
so rain on me your anger, oh Deceiving day-
and i will only look up and smile at your failed attempt
to destroy me.