Today is the day:

When I’m glad to be awake so early,

and I’m not in bed, dreaming.

It’s the day when I take a test;

that I know I can pass.

That I wait outside for half an hour

and I don’t care.

If its cold I can’t feel it;

I’m still happy.

Today is the day:

I have a book on my lap,

and I can’t bare to read it anymore.

I can cry and not be upset,

even with tears on my glasses’ rims.

Today is when:

My grandma and mother apologize,

even if they don’t have to.

And I only shake my head to the phone,

saying, “It’s okay.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad anymore,

I’m all right.” Is something I can’t say a lot.

But today is the day that I can.

Today is the day:

When two dollars is enough to eat on,

and I don’t feel like watching television.

I barely feel like writing, but I do it anyway.

Because for some reason today is special.