always tomorrow
by Penelope Jones
sometimes i’m so small
i won’t continue one more day
reaching for the stars.
sometimes i’m so lost
i can’t take one more step
towards the future.
sometimes i’m so broken
getting out of the wrong-side
of the bed seems right.
and…
sometimes…
i take a leap,
a leap of faith
hoping
wishing
praying
i’ll land on my feet.
and sometimes, i won’t.
but…
always… i pick myself up,
brush myself off, and
shine a little brighter tomorrow.
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