Just one day.
Just one day not to feel pain again,
One day to feel free again,
One day to want to see the sun 

Again. 

Just one day to free my mind of extraneous things.
One day for my mind to feel renewed peace
And imagination.

Each day I wake up with a knowing.
That blank-slate canvas after opening your eyes
Is unlike the scattered, sullied pages that await me as I open mine,
For this work of art is riddled with holes
And contemplation.

Just one day to toss this canvas, 
To break the brushes, 
Hide the paints,
And store the books.

Just one day to feel that holy feeling...
That anticipation

To start anew.