Poetry

When Tomorrow Comes

“I keep going. That’s surviving.
That’s what it takes to make it to tomorrow.”

I often wonder, late at night, while the world around me is fast asleep, why I’m the one still awake. The one gazing at the moon and the twinkling stars. I wonder why my mind races from one thing to next. Maybe I’m terrified I will forget something of importance. Maybe I already have. Or maybe it’s a byproduct of trying to hold myself together when I feel like breaking into a million pieces. And that’s when I remember. It’s because I don’t stop. I keep going. That’s surviving. That’s what it takes to make it to tomorrow, only to start all over again.

© Sarah Doughty

And that’s the point:
making it to tomorrow.

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