Bad Days

Some days I wake up and feel like I’m doing it all wrong. 
My brain spirals, a journey
down a drain of negative thoughts 
I beat myself up from the inside out
blows flying 
thoughts cluttered

The life I was content with yesterday
suddenly no longer good enough today
Burrowing into every minuscule detail
picking apart every aspect 
Negative thoughts like wasps
stinging the positive
until the poison kills them

Days like these are grey, cloudy
full of torrential downpours
and crashing lightning

The silver lining: 
Clouds always dissipate
yielding to brilliant blue skies, 
shining sun
And tomorrow, a better day ❤