I think I was me once, when nothing else interrupted the light.
I could call out and hear the echo of tomorrow, regardless, the darkness that threatened.
But I think I forgot
What does it mean to hold a candle and illuminate the shadow?
Am I here in the midst?
Am I breathing?
I guess we will know tomorrow.
And even if we don’t, I’ll get up and start again
Because that’s what it means to fight!
The embrace of every day
The inbounding hope that fills the gap between dark and dawn
We get up and go again and hope the light can find us when we’ve lost our way.
So step forward, one tentative step at a time
And keep going
One foot, then another.
Tomorrow brings no promise of light and life but it’s what we have.
So push through the breech and find your strength dear friend.
Tomorrow is worth the fight!