You wake up

You feel like

shit

The weather’s shit so it’s no surprise

Grey

again

In hackney 

One of those days where nothing ever seems like it’s quite right

slightly

Out of place

Seemingly directionless

Like you’ve lost your way

You look for a sign

In something

Some direction

But nothing makes sense

And you pull up 

Blank

Again 

And you’re left to focus on the worst part

Frustrated by that thing you were meant to do yesterday

That thing that is left to fester

Or rot

And everything is overflowing like your laundry basket

In your insides

You want to take a moment

To breathe

Remind yourself you don’t have to feel crushed

discarded

Or hollow or cracked

In the Japanese art of Kintsugi

Broken pottery is glued together with silver or platinum or gold

And it highlights the beauty of what you once thought of as imperfections

And you remember sometimes it’s okay to not take care of anything else but yourself

You just want to make it through the impossible

To maybe wake up again tomorrow

And discover there was a place for you after all-