The Days

The days you want to curl up
And just hide from the world
Turn off the lights and shut the blinds
Like a sulking teenage girl.

When things are going against you
And you fear the world outside
The last line of defense to you
Appears to be, to disappear and hide.

Surround yourself in darkness
Close up all the shades
You just don’t have the heart for this
And all you have you think you gave.

Though these are not the days to hide
Or let yourself grow smaller
Indeed when you face the world outside
You must, somehow, walk that little bit taller.

© Daniel Breslin