Dear Tomorrow Self,

Dear Tomorrow Self...

I hope you are well-rested,

after the recent days we've had.

Goals that keep my lights on,

and lead to stirring sleep.

One foot in front of the other

is how it's been lately,

with too little time to think.

Tonight I rock a baby to sleep

while staring at the misty city skyline.

I must make myself peaceful

because she must be also.

But home still awaits.

And even oh my fond tomorrow,

I don't know what the day may hold.

Excitement and renewal

breaking past boundaries

or relish a rejuvenating reset

finding, securing my anchors

and paving a way

for a new day.

Sincerely,

The Remnants of Today

(soon to be Yesterday)