Wait On Tomorrow
In the flat awful of your newly broken heart,
Find that space for a (yes) scant new start.
It’s a hard surprise, a twist in the plot;
It’s your chance to show ’em what you got–
A vision true to see over the far yonder hill:
That happiness can still find you, I know it will!
So repair to a bed that druther entertain two
That is again graced with the joy of just you.
Wait on tomorrow.
See the new day.
Start a new poem!
Posted on January 22, 2018, in Poem and tagged beyond the horizon, joy, Love lost, love swept away, new chances, patience, plot shifts, Poem, resilience, sleeping alone, surprise, tomorrow. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.