A Better Tomorrow,

I walk through shadowed hours with a quiet breath,

A storm inside, though skies may show me blue.

Each step I take feels tethered close to death—

Not ending, but unsure of what is true.

The world is wide with questions, sharp with change,

Its future drawn in ink that smears with rain.

My thoughts like owls, too restless to arrange,

Yet in the ache, I will not fold to pain.

With eyes shut tight, I find a calmer place,

A hush beneath the panic’s endless cry.

Not all is lost—there still is warmth, and grace,

And stars that burn behind the clouded sky.

Though fear may press, I lift my soul and go—

Half-blind, but full of light I’ve yet to know.