I spend my life
pin all my hopes
on future days
and times

I pick a day
to expect to be
saved upon
and wait

Sleep through the
tortured hours
eyes open but
in limbo

I dream this time
someone will see
to care and
fix me

I pray this person
will know how
to fill my soul
with hope

that they will get it
they will pull
me out of my own
darkness

I have my dreams
fixed now upon
this chance next
friday

I hope I won't
freeze up again
I'll open up to
freedom

In nine days
maybe I can
start to become
real again

*© Tara India.