Monday Mourning

Yesterday, so sweet.

Such emotion called

to tears

and happiness,

and resurrection.


Today, so bitter.

Tired, weary,

painful yet no time

to dwell

nor hesitate.


What now? What’s next?

Do we go back to life,

and hope for the best?

Do we just wade on and wait on

something new?

Something better?


Not for these hours are we made,

but for more to come, more than we can ever know.

Not for such have I stayed,

but for the promise of greater things, a greater home.


So today I weep, because today I fail.

And tonight I sleep, and tonight I wail. 


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