Tomorrow Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Pouring my heart
onto the pages
with whatever I can find.
The blockages opened
and I can't seem
to write fast enough.
It's almost as if
I can breath again.
Tinkering away
at the lost project
that my heart has become.
But it seems,
progress CAN be made.
Left out to warm in the sun,
even it's only for a little while.
I don't have to try so hard
just to smile.
To BREATH.
Everything seems a little bit lighter
and just a little bit easier
to cope with.
Until I think about
all the new problems
this will cause.
Then I'm frozen, alone, broken, crying, and in the dark all over again.
I think,
I'll just leave that till tomorrow.


Jan.-12-09