The Hope Tomorrow Brings

It strikes us,

         In the

                                    Q     u     i      e       t

The loneliness is

                    Overbearing.

Leaves us gasping for air,
Air that never feels fulfilling.


And we wait . . .

                       Alone.
                                     In the

                                                       d          a         r        k .  

Waiting for some change to occur.


Even as we fear,

                That it won’t appear.


We wait.

And we handle our marbles,
       One over the other,
       Over the other.

Their fingers gripping each other,
       Glinting in the dim light,
               Clinking together tight.


And we whisper,
                Softly.

To ourselves –
               Just to provide some sweet, twisted comfort.

Just to be reminded –


That we are


                          W          h         o         l         e

That we are


                          Want                 ed

That we have a desire,
                         Burning on the inside....


It makes the nights sweeter,
The hope for sunrise stronger –

Even when the hour comes,
And all we see . . .



                            Are the shadows.


Because maybe,
       Just maybe,

We will also, one day, see the light
That causes them –

And one day, we will feel together,
Recognize our strengths,
Battle our wounds,
Remain at large.


Even if today we see the shadows,
                       Maybe tomorrow we will see the stars.