Dec 16
poem 0 comments challenge: Tomorrow


Tomorrow I hope,
That I don't mess up,
Or cry.
I hope I have time to breathe.
Not Suffocate,
Or smother
I hope
There's just enough people
So the lines are right again,
And I can hold your hand
For the first time
In months.
I hope I'm not hoping that.
I hope it doesn't make me cry,
If it happens.
I hope my voice doesn't 
I hope I make an impression.