AFRAID OF TOMORROW
I am afraid of tomorrow, of what it might bring
Of a hunger for things unseen, yet unknown
A feeling that something interferes with your thoughts, your plans
That something watches, waiting for you to mess up
Take the wrong road.
Spend too much time on things that go nowhere.
There are days when the world around you
Feels as though it is made of treacle
Each step you take, your feet gather more of the sticky stuff
Until you feel as if you are wearing lead boots.
Tomorrow comes; the sun shines through your window
Birdsong filters through your sleeping mind.
Today you believe in angels
You put the lead boots in the cupboard
Open the window and let the new day in
Let the soft summer breeze carry yesterday’s dark thoughts away…
Anita Dawes
The darker the clouds get
The Reluctant Poet 