Meenakshi Viswanathan
As she sat at her table, gearing up for another gruelling day at work,
Life looked very bleak. How odd...
It was payday just yesterday.
The breakfast had been healthy,
And yet, every breath was laborious.
All her muscles ached,
Sleep was hanging heavily from her shoulders,
Ready to sweep her away into sweet oblivion.
Ah! It's one of those days,
That seems to come at least every other day,
When everything hurts, and nothing is right.
When the day is bright,
But her heart, desolate and cold.
Every step, an uphill battle,
Every thought fighting to surface
From the morass of her mind.
But everything passes, and this does too.
Evening fell, and a fragrant cup of coffee welcomed her home,
Warming her chilled heart.
The chatter and banter of the family is a pleasant tune today.
Dinner was a tasty warm hug in her belly.
She went for a walk,
Giving her muscles something real to complain about.
The dense, muggy air
Turned all her worries into sweat,
There were a few tears that got mixed in there.
But that's okay too.
At the end of the day,
She washed away the sweat and tears,
Feeling clean and bright.
The glass of water she gulped down was sweet and fresh,
And when her bed called to her,
It did not promise oblivion,
But a soft comfort that would cradle her,
So she could get up to fight another day.