The Warm Glowing Sun

The warm cast of the glowing sun

can't seem to reach past

The Failing Dreams of Tomorrow.

.

Every ray shines down

and reveals a "forgotten" result.

A result that I didn't want to be.

.

They uncover the holes,

the goals I hadn't bothered to reach,

every flaw I haven't learned to work with me,

and show exactly the tasks I left

for some other day.

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In the warming, glowing sun,

hesitant steps are made

as I try to accept the "forgotten" result.

Tiny steps that freeze when the wind hits my back.

.

Even when Certainty stands

dead ahead on my path,

with arms outstretched,

Her cooing voice

can't seem to overpower

the dread of Tomorrow.

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But still the rays shine

with each new day,

regardless if I moved ten miles

or merely ten steps,

welcoming an incoming change.

Glowing down on each

hesitant step made.