The Next Horizon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Praying for the strength to get through one more day of turmoil.
to get unburied from feelings of all the yesterdays gone from
sight, yet lying on the next horizon.
Ill-equipped for roads of life, stalling hesitantly, attempting
to find some bearing.
Knowing the plentitude of wishes, focusing diligently on reality
and it's existent promise.
Waiting for acknowledgement to gather itself and sit beside
tender outpourings of every day selfish endeavors.
Grasping some particles of predatory explanations, tying them
together with a tidy ribbon of truth