Today is not the day my struggle ends.
Today is not the day my body breaks and my bones buckle by the
Labors of Atlas bearing down on me.
Today is not the day my mind melts like myopic magma from
malicious problems too mountainous to comprehend.
Today is not the day my soul shatters into shards of forgotten
sanity, searching for serenity in sable screams.
Today is not the day.
Today is not the day my rage consumes me, that I become nothing more than a child
who hates the world he cannot control.
Today is not the day my depression overtakes me, lying to my face
saying that nothing is worth shit and that I should just give up.
Today is not the day my loneliness becomes me, leaving behind a
shell of a man who thinks himself too broken to give into love again.
Today is not the day.
There will be a day when I fall. There will be a day when the
Monsters I face have become too great and the concrete of my foundation
will begin to crack as my temple crumbles away. There will be a day when
her waters wash over my ruins as she allows my spirit back into her
oceans. There will be a day when the earth eats at my fallen corpse.
There will be a day when my struggle ends.
But that day
That day is not today.