There is light

My heart struggles
For my mind spins.
I try to shake off
The thoughts that wrestle,
Taking my day hostage
Refusing to retreat.
How many years,
How many tears,
Now I slide backwards,
As if the past
Lays hold of me.

Where is tomorrow?
what lies waiting?
Empty spaces calling out
To be entered and finalised.
I am scared, I wish I wasn't,
But what is seen of me
Hides the truth.
Is this a pause for breath?
A rest and a retreat,
Or is it this the slope towards
My silence.

Come tomorrow.
Come.
Come the dawn,
Come.
Answer my turmoil
With gentleness
And love
And, above all,
Hope.


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