Wednesdays…

Not all Wednesdays are boring, some break your heart and have you fall to your knees. Not all Wednesdays drag, some you count out pills, enough to sleep through the hours……

some Wednesdays are brutal, and it’s only you holding your body as it sobs. Your soul sat to the side, hurting enough it wants to die. The sun on a canvas of blue sky, and all you can do it cry…. June most certainly is the month of rejection, but the power was taken from my hand on this one. I just sit at its mercy…. waiting now to gain the strength to heal…

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