The day started with tears and uncertainty
with rage and hate and spittle in the corners of its mouth.
It screamed its presence and cursed at its birth
the day did not understand its beginning
but knew it had to end.
It tore through the door
bursting into woods of green and gravel
deciding upon its path with each determined step.
Inhaling nature and exhaling hurricanes
burning lungs and bridges
until it stumbled upon
the hidden valley of blue.
