THE WAIT
“Tomorrow,”
I whisper as I close my eyes to sleep.
My dreams of tomorrow come
And light up the darkness.
I hold a book in my hands and cry
The wait has been long.
I feel my heartbeat inside it.
It has become me.
The sun rises, and I whisper
“Today,”
But now my hands are empty
There is no beating in my chest.
I lie still as death and wait.
Release day will come
Tomorrow.
By Anita Stafford, author of The Legends of Sassafras House
“Tomorrow,”
I whisper as I close my eyes to sleep.
My dreams of tomorrow come
And light up the darkness.
I hold a book in my hands and cry
The wait has been long.
I feel my heartbeat inside it.
It has become me.
The sun rises, and I whisper
“Today,”
But now my hands are empty
There is no beating in my chest.
I lie still as death and wait.
Release day will come
Tomorrow.
By Anita Stafford, author of The Legends of Sassafras House
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