I say tomorrow is a new beginning,

as today was one as well.

But the minutes have faded into hours

and I make excuses that in the morning things will be different.

I try, I do.

Yet every day it begins again.

And so I say that tomorrow will be different

because I believe so, I do.

But today I’ve written this poem,

that must be worth something to you

Because at least I’ve tried

to show that I feel the same way too.

walls,
worn out with pride
paint,
scratched off with anger
floor,
mudded with vices.

start again.

(and there goes the sound of destruction.
then silence.
all that is left
is a broken wasteland.)

Smile, it's worth the mile
It isn't that bad.
No reason to get sad,
It's worth while.

So much pain, let it go away
Feel the sunlight of the day.
So many months of worrying sick,
Try really hard to get over it.

Life is full of grace, there is a place
A home to put a smile on your face.
From the dark skies turning bright,
Goodness for all seems worth the fight

you will never be
a virus

-

the animal’s moment of bliss
before it is named

-

*******
as the seizure
had
by hologram

-

the cyclone
that makes a baby
you can’t
put down

Now there's an artist
But here's the funny twist
Her brush is a blade
And her canvas is her wrist