I die some each day
cannot contemplate
tomorrow.
or what lies beyond
the next door.
Will it open into
the future,
or not?
perhaps this stubborn
door
will refuse to open
then what will I do?
Shall I persuade it
gently
or approach it with
a vengeance...
If I must, I will.
(c) copyright heather burns 2008
Lovely poem
Lovely poem
This is a nice poem! Tomorrow will come, especially when we have hope! However, I do agree with you, sometimes life is up and down but we need to trust tomorrow to carry on with life. The sun will be rising, Heather!
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