Poetry

The Coming Tomorrow (#540)

I can feel it in my bones,
The weight of all the unknowns,

As for expectations, I have very few,
The future has a very clouded view,

I think it’ll all be okay,
But there’s the question of how it’ll sway,

At this point, it’s much too late to fret,
I’m going to get what I’m going to get,

I used to be frightened about the result,
But now I’m handling it like an adult,

I’m dismissing all my fear-induced alarms,
And I’m going to face it all with open arms,

I’m at peace now that the fear is gone,
Tomorrow is a new day, a new dawn,

Any Thoughts?

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