Under a full moon sky, a lovers heart aches to be with her Love once again.
And like the tides of the ocean, her waters too crash with emotion.
There’s so much to do and so much left undone. Where do my promises go?
Motivation arises in the night just to be simmered down by the heat of the day.
Just another morning, as we carry on.
It’s a new week and Mother speaks to me already. Will you always be here with me?
I think about a future with no vision. What could possibly take place?
The wise ones assure me to never fear, as Mother does when I look into her eyes.
How can we plan anything in a world where surprises only exist?
Where is the consistency the system speaks of? Is it in their words? Their promise of comfort?
Or should we learn to trust ourselves and sometimes another? Never giving in to the promises left unkept.
It’s a new week and I plan to conquer it. Inside and out of bed.
I will do my best.