Every Tomorrow
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There was a time
When the weight of my world
Fell onto tired shoulders
With little strength to fight
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I watched the sun set
On so many, many things
And was trapped within
The slowly dying light
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The shadows there
Held every brilliant wrong
As the coming darkness hid
Anything, as yet, still right
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And the candles you lit
Could not breathe that air
Crushed by the despair
That dark became the night
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In blindness, I groped
To find the will and want
Bear the weight, one more day
Not give in to undue plight
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Like time stood still
I did not count the days
Before a blessed sunrise
Began to share its bright
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And the lesson learned
In a valley, so gray and low
Is that every tomorrow
Holds a hope for sight
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
beautiful – there is always a bit of hope
Always….thanks Beth!
Optimism…and for me faith…leads us to every tomorrow for we never really know if we will awake. A lovely poem my friend.
Cheers mate,
FBC.
Thank you, my brother!
You’re very welcome my brother!
hope is what gets many people from one day to the next; beautiful and poignant poem, Brad…
Thank you, Jim!
As an eternal optimist, I love this poem!
Thanks Pete! Although we are never promised a tomorrow, if we get one it is always full of promise.
I needed this poem today. I felt bad for falling behind on your blog, but I’m glad I waited to read this one with a broken heart. It brought me comfort! ❤
Beautiful, as always.
Nothing to feel bad about, dear friend! There is little you can do to make me feel any more supported by you always. I am glad that the timing and words of this one spoke to you. May all your todays hold the promise of tomorrows. 🌹
You always have my support and love. Even in my absence.