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
~~~
The shadows there
Held every brilliant wrong
As the coming darkness hid
Anything, as yet, still right
~~~
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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
beautifully said and painfully learned – there is always hope
Always!
I dearly love your poetry! Hope is something we should all hang onto. I’m glad the poem ended on a positive note. ❤
This is beautiful, as always, Brad! Where would one be without hope? Stay well, my friend!
I think anybody who’s been paying attention lately can relate hard to these two stanzas….well done.
‘I watched the sun set
On so many, many things
And was trapped within
The slowly dying light
~~~
The shadows there
Held every brilliant wrong
As the coming darkness hid
Anything, as yet, still right’
Thank you, Sudra! Your words are very kind.
Always! Beautiful words my friend!
Thank you, Francisco!
You’re welcome Brad!
Beautifully penned
This is such a beautiful poem – it captures the feeling of despair so well. I can relate to the idea of wanting to give in to the darkness but finding the strength to keep going. My question is, what inspired you to write this poem?
Thank you for your kind words, Sarah! I was inspired to write this poem to remind myself and others that every tomorrow holds a different light if we only hang on long enough to find it.