Thanks to Michael of Morpethroad for this uplifting poem. (2015/07/08)
Tomorrow’s hope seems so far away
In the face of adversity, we shy away.
Do you succumb to pressures?
Do we stop living, accept our lot?
We live a short space of time
We can engage in the every day
Take it, as that’s how it is.
We can say fate intervenes
And casts a shadow so deep
There seems no light at the end.
We can imagine there is no tomorrow
That today is as good as it gets.
That pleasures are for others
The fortunate ones who take
Who never have to suffer, who don’t care.
But what if your tomorrow is all about hope
Of believing your life is change
That misery in keeping strange bedfellows
Also offers blinding hope.
That if we take it, the future is unclear
But if we don’t the present is the future
With all the pathetic angst we will rail against.
Tomorrow is hope, always hope
Never to be defeated by mediocrity
We look forward, see what we need
Step in that direction, take firmly
The hand that is extended.
I needed a dosage of positive and hope. Sometimes the dark spaces, the black holes, swallow me and the stars and hope whole. In the blackness, ladders can be hard to find.