Smothered with doubt of what shall come
what morbid value can I find, wallowing in my fear.
It’s grip is firm and relentless
There must be a sick reward in being trapped there
Do I miss that misery?
I know better, though, that is not where I belong
I am not bound there, for I am here now
tomorrow looses it’s hold
a fresh breath of now with it’s glorious promise
I release there and smile here, right now