Manifesto

there are days when I can do nothing but
sequester myself with sleep, there are days
when even the softest of words invite
a cacophony of doubt, there are days
when my hollow reflection pouts and writhes
like a child for attention, there are days
when dawn beckons me, but swallowing my
golden sun, I choke and gag, there are days,
more often now, when I live only half
a life, when gravity’s game seems weighted
for a win, when my teeth tint every laugh
with growls of fuck this, and for my own sake,
          I will strive each second to be happy.
          each hour I will make myself be happy.

~11/08