tomorrow
getting out of bed is a struggle but i get to do so. i get to live another day, connect with people, maybe feel a little grey. might be a little cliche, but tomorrow is a brand new day.
the sun sets,
like a raging fire dying down
soon nowhere to be found
the ocean tide rising
ready to drown
lost souls wandering
as their hearts begin to pound
looking for direction
looking for the next step
looking for somewhere
they can just take a rest
to feel refreshed
instead of distressed
oh but i must attest
there’s something so peaceful
about seeing the sunset
it’s like someone once said
tomorrow the sun rises,
and so do you
you get to feel renewed
or maybe sometimes feel yourself stuck
in a low mood
maybe your day is a little brood
you feel doomed and bruised
or perhaps a little confused
but it’s alright
it is okay to be filled with fright
you may feel hollow
be consumed in sorrow
but you did it
you got through
now head to bed
don’t feel so blue
for you have no clue
what God has ready for you
never forget,
the sun will rise again tomorrow
and so will you.
It's a struggle to get up everyday. I just want to hide under my covers and let everything else fade away. But where's the joy? the pleasure? the conversations that I'll miss. The love that shows up as I want to call quits, this, this for me is my purpose. My purpose is love. Everyday I get up, I get to be of service, I get to scratch beneath the surface, I get to love and be loved. I think that's beautiful. As I write this, I know tomorrow I'll struggle, if God-willing, I hope He pops my bubble.
