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