Poem: Tomorrow Is Another Day

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Tonight folds itself into quiet,
like a letter left unsent.
The weight of hours presses gently—
not to punish,
only to remind.

What broke today
does not demand repair tonight.
The sky has agreed
to hold its answers in the dark.

Breathe.
Even the moon learns by leaving
and returning changed.

Tomorrow is another day—
not a promise of perfection,
but a clean cup set on the table,
waiting to be filled.

Light will come back
without asking what you deserve.
Time will loosen its grip.
And you, still here,
will begin again
in small, ordinary ways
that quietly matter.