Tomorrow

Despair is sprawled in the kitchen in the mornings

I pour hot water over it as I make tea

Melancholy sits sulking on the breakfast table

stalling all conversation

I smack it with the newspaper

Frustration lies coiled in every corner

I sweep it away determinedly

Gloom fills the sink along with the dirty dishes

I scrub it hard and wash it away

I try to cajole joy out of its slumber

and borrow exuberance from the birds on the trees

I have been fighting the same battle, these past few months

Losing a few and winning some

Every night I seek refuge in the magical stars

who know too well that sun will rob them of their light

Yet shine bright, not letting forethought wan them

I go to bed with hope in my heart

Tomorrow will deliver what today did not.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #105: Quotation