Tomorrow
Will my life change?
Will there be a man
With a soft touch- gentle?
Will there be a deep look
An emotional grip
That his smile would send
Through me?
Will his love surround me
On cold nights
Or when I am scared and
Alone?
Will things end
Just when I feel secure?
Will I look to him
Only to see him glance down and away?
If I reach for him
Will I find him gone?
What would I do then?
I need a bond
Strong as an ocean waves
Tight as skin to bones
Special like a sunset
Mine to cherish
For all the tomorrow’s
To come.

SEG

*Most of the poetry posted on my website was written during my teens and twenties. There are a few exceptions but typically I find myself wanting to journal regularly and write poetry if inspired. Poetry has been my therapist during many trying times. I have decided to post these poems because it reflects my history with suicidal depression and the struggles I encountered trying to cope with life and depression.