Not today

Tomorrow,

There is something fearful about the promise of tomorrow, 

Tomorrow, 

I will re-open my faith I've once buried next to the shelf where I stored my pride, 

I will put out this house fire of a home, 

I will buy my mother flowers,
real flowers,
I will watch her mouth curve its way into the type of beauty only sunrise offers, 

I will learn to hold this stubborn tongue, 

carve thank yous in the place of insults, 

I will leave my broken yesterdays, 

stop performing autopsies on unwelcomed disappointment, 

stop recreating what I should have done, 

I will give myself a tomorrow, 

but not today, 

not today.