Jupiter Stomached the Storm

I don’t know how they do it

I don’t know how people wake up every morning
And can get out of bed
Fully aware
Today could be the end

I don’t know how they don’t scream
Every chance they find themselves
Alone

I don’t know how they keeps their hands from clenching
Or their teeth from grinding

I don’t know how they can keep going

With the rage
The fear
The guilt
The disgust
Boiling up inside them

I don’t know how they do it.

But if Jupiter stomached the storm for centuries

I think I can handle the few hours a day

Knowing that if I keep spiralling,

At least I’ll pass the Sun
Along the way