somewhere in the shadows of insecurity her love lingers
floating on storm clouds
hiding the warmth of bliss
vaguely she remembers yesterdays
where no care was too big to swallow her happiness
but today she brings her umbrella
trusting the impending cloud burst
curse the wretched weathering
sullen
she sulks in her actions
wondering their origin
while she waits for him
never before has she felt this manic
it must be love
or is it the obsession of things hope for
drown herself
in the fantastic future realties
that may never be
she lives for tomorrows coming as if the present didn’t matter
because tomorrow will always be better
yet today
today is the resting place
for torn hearts of disappointment
where emptiness resides
the home of despondent desires constantly seeking refuge
in acceptance
she gazes upon the vision staring back from the looking glass
her reasons for being, dim like old light bulbs
as she forgets why
reaching back for yesterdays happiness she falls flat
on the face of today’s misgivings
constantly blaming herself
for
following her heart
for
running on emotion
for
plain not thinking
for anything and everything
until she
can no longer bear the face staring back at her
tosses out the umbrella
walks into the storm ready for its unforgiving pressure
knowing that her sanity
rests in how she handles its weathering
knowing that her life
hangs in the balance
swinging from the noose of regret
knowing that tomorrow’s happiness is based solely
on how she handles today
and now is not the time for crying
now is not the time for tears
now is time to
man the F*CK up
Mama didn’t raise no chumps
Dust the bullsh!t off
And
Walk
A
Way
Never to look back.
