Poetry 10: Tomorrow's Tears

I find it better,
for the sake of my sanity,
to alternate my days,
one laughing,
the next weeping.

Today I laugh,
tomorrow, I cry.

Some days it is hard
to find a thing to rejoice in,
to laugh about.
Some days it is very hard.

I have to search through the doldrums
to find the ridiculous,
the incongruity,
the surprise!
that makes me laugh.
I have to find light in the midst of darkness,
Knowing that if I cannot,
I wither.

Some days it is hard to cry.
Too much is going well,
the world is too beautiful.
How can one find tears
in the midst of pure joy?

Somehow I must force myself
to face the suffering,
the grief,
the horror in the world,
that makes me cry.
I need to humble myself to recognize the darkness,
Knowing that if I cannot,
I am part of the darkness.

Today I have thought of life and birth,
and smiled.
I have seen the sunrise and the sunset,
and rejoiced.
I have played with children and dogs and cats,
and I have laughed.

Tomorrow I will cry.
Tomorrow I will search out pain
so that I might act upon it
and bring it to the next day’s laughter.
Tomorrow I must weep,
that the next day many might delight.
So wondrous is the next day’s triumph,
that today I do look forward
to tomorrow’s tears!