Beyond tomorrow
onto the marrow
lives my sorrow
and pain.

It’s always flooding
with rain and the clouds
never fade. Yet I am
a survivor and brave.

I bring my umbrella
and meditation with great
breathing techniques
to help me through the
hard times.

Sometimes the shadows
settle for awhile, I’ve
learned to be calmer and
at peace with restful nights.

Within my restless hours
I am inspired, deeply
expired yet not tired
enough to sleep.

My weathered mind
tick’s on upon
the last hours of
the nightly dreams
I should be experiencing.

Yet I become one of the
shadows lurking about
the dark. Not extinguished
for I still burn bright
like my past bridges
I’ve left behind.

No regrets but embarrassments
light up my cheeks.
We all of those blushing
moments like these.

Beyond the sun’s ray
I come riding on the moons
beams. I am a star upon
the stage just for awhile.

Long breathes drag on
hour after hour,
line by line, beyond
the horizon of tomorrow
lives my tears and sorrows.

Fading with the light
raising upon my return to
life.

Good morning my marrow.
What tithings you bring
of golden rays and silver
linings. Ting!

© 2019 Amanda Shelton