| A promise of tomorrow
I wandered through the paths of my mind,
And stumbled upon those words, unkind.
Blindly I searched to find my way,
Slipped into the river my tears made today.
I picked myself up, and though wet and cold
I fought my way through those memories of old.
I paused just a while, but did not look back,
To conquer this I knew I must stay on track.
At last a clearing, and though the nettles may sting,
I shall soothe them with promises my tomorrow may bring.