Tomorrow

March 28, 2018
By Anonymous

As I patiently anticipate for the opening doors of tomorrow,
I cannot help but attempt to unlock the doors of the past.
Seconds have gone to waste, minutes have gone away
Till my soul becomes overflowing with sorrow,
For I was reminded that yesterday can never recast
And that I may only dream of those moments to be displayed.

As I meekly wait for the path of tomorrow to be revealed,
I cannot help but redisplay the moments of yesterday.
Like a performance, memories commence to play in my mind,
My one possession, this body of mine, I shall no longer wield.
The actors of my soul and the stars of this display,
Are non-other than those who’ve impacted this life of mine.

And as I attempt to grasp control of this unconquerable situation,
I am reminded that although what occurred is far beyond my reach,
I can alter what is to come through my very actions.
Now before I begin to daydream about the futures formation,
I present a token of my gratitude to all who’ve made my soul rich,
For I know that the knowledge they have given me will be used in all my actions.
And although not even their knowledge cannot unlock my past,
I am sure that their knowledge will be the key to my tomorrow.


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Heyo said...
on Apr. 11 at 9:17 am
Love it! Extremely related, actually made me view things in a different light.

Michelle said...
on Apr. 7 at 2:30 pm
Great writing. I cried a bit when I read it. It's just so relatable

ACruz said...
on Apr. 7 at 2:21 pm
Very graceful and inspiring. LOVED IT!

Louis said...
on Apr. 7 at 2:08 pm
Good poem. . . .


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