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…
No star shine
Touch the midnight ghost
See your future revealed
No lanterns glow where you go
You walk the road of broken dreams
Your soul called to a higher purpose
To build a glowing bridge for their return.
This week has been the worst yet.
I am still struggling with the WIP and although the last read through went well, trying to come up with a decent (and rivetting ) blurb/book description has been hitting a wall.
One day in the week, I think it was Wednesday, I found myself actually hating the whole thing and walked out of my office. I spent the rest of the day watching repeats on tv, hated the guilt and feelings of failure that were trying to consume me. Luckily, I woke up the next morning in a much more productive and positive mood, and the project is back on track.
My eyes are presenting a problem that I wasn’t expecting, however and this might be affecting my patience. Which is normally legendary, but has been falling down on the job. My eyesight is improving in leaps and bounds, but having to wear my old reading glasses has become something of a nightmare.
It became so bad, that I was forced to steal a pair of Anita’s reading glasses just to see to read something. Her eyes are nowhere near as bad as mine, which shows how much mine has improved. I have to wait several weeks before I can get new ones and I’m rapidly reaching new levels of annoyance.
Desperately trying to find something more positive (and pleasant) to think about, I found myself watching some water colour trailers on YouTube. This is something I used to do, until writing grabbed me by the throat! I day dream about actually doing some of these crafts this winter, and the idea is doing wonders for my poor tired brain. My WIP has pushed it to the limit this year…