Different Days Poem by Kerri White

I don't know where the road ends.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even standing on pavement.
Those days, it feels like I'm in quick sand,
and I wonder if the center of the Earth will care enough to stop me.

I've redeveloped the definition of myself,
and now I admit things I never would before,
like I'm not as well planned out
as I always thought I was.

There are days I 'know everything, '
and then days where I know nothing at all.
There are moments I feel
ravaged by the existence of simply being able to feel
and others where I swear I can't feel a thing.

It's strange to me
how the thing you have to plan your life around
(because it's the only thing worth planning for)
has only been around for a short while,
but somehow you survived the length of your past without it.

What's even worse
is pulling and pushing people in and out of your life
as though their importance to you diminishes and replenishes at a variable rate.
But sometimes you need them sometimes you don't.
Sometimes you miss them sometimes you wish them well along their way.
Or maybe you don't know what you need 'cause you haven't found it yet.