Tomorrow the Sun.

Posted by Stan M Rogers on December 22, 2018
Posted in: Love, Poetry. Tagged: , , , . Leave a comment

Tomorrow. I will wake early.

Tomorrow a dark cold morning.

Midwinter gloomy, rain on my window.

As bleak as only December can be.

Before the dawn.

…..

But I will waken with joy in my heart

A smile will suffuse my face as I start my day

A joyful day … a happy day

… for tomorrow I travel. I escape.

Sweet freedom. A brief parole.

…..

Tomorrow. I will create my own sunshine.

For a day I will cease being chameleon.

I will be me. The true me I remember.

The me I don’t fear. For fear has no place.

Tomorrow. I won’t be alone.

…

Stan M Rogers Copyright 2018

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