Tomorrow.

The grip of the future

Demands us to release

And sacrifice. 

The past..

A past that wishes to cling,

Clammy hands

Encircling our memories. 

Turning away,

Liberating

And freeing,

Requires courage,

Courage to rise above the pain,

And to embrace hope. 

There will be moments

Of excruciating silence,

The silence of now,

The silence of alone,

Yet,

Tomorrow is full of laughter

And songs.

It is a precious jewel,

To be treasured above

All things. 

Hold on to this promise,

It is surer

Than today.