I am not going to waste this day
\non doubt, illness.
\nThis day is like a giant stone,
\nfound in dirt,
\nhard in the soft mud.
\nIt almost fills my palm,
\na fractured face,
\nlike a carousel surrounding
\na sound within itself.
\nThis day has a secret terrible destiny
\nin it.<\/p>\n
If I turn my back its paths will disappear.
\nThere will be nothing to break my heart
\nwith the shudder of its love.
\nI will remain empty of the dreams
\nthat would have unfolded.
\nMy soul will die of starvation.
\nThe stone will remain uncut and blind.<\/p>\n
I will be angry if you waste me,
\nthe day threatened.
\nI will cry you to death.
\nI will hang around your neck
\nlike a noose of unfilled promises,
\nbut if you use me,
\nI will cherish you,
\nand explode inside you,
\nand thunder with praise,
\nsaying, I\u2019m glad to be alive.
\nI will not waste this gift,
\nand someone\u2019s hand
\ncurling around mine will say,
\nI\u2019m glad you\u2019re alive,
\nyou make my day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am not going to waste this day on doubt, illness. This day is like a giant stone, found in dirt, hard in the soft…<\/p>\n