Tomorrow was the day
I had always dreamed about.
A future left uncertain
in a mind riddled with doubt.
A question on my tongue
that I dare not say,
"How would I live to see Tomorrow,
when I barely made it through Today?"
The very idea was just blurry,
the image so unclear.
I had grown so use to endings,
That the Beginning was what I feared.
I tried to lock it out,
hid behind the bedroom door.
Ignoring its ceaseless calls
in favor for what I had before.
'For I was in fear of Tomorrow,
terrified of what it might hold,
afraid that it would never get better,
that it just be the same story retold.
But like the sun,
Hope was rising,
A blo