The hardback chair feels like nails left upon the pavement
My wine glass sits perfectly on the table next to me as I stare into space
Wishing my life were full of more sunflowers and less rotten oaks
My satchel holds the knitting feeling I get when I gently pick up the debris left from the storm
Tomorrow will be better I always hope
Never knowing if my words will ever hold true
If we stay right here, and start a rampage of appreciation for the wonderful things we have the pleasure of experiencing right here and now, tomorrow can wait.
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Such an honest poem. Beautiful
Thank you
I love this line,
“Tomorrow will be better I always hope.”
Thank you