Today Will Never Be Same As Yesterday

‘Twas a day that no one is there ‘Twas a day to continue its mourn of yesterday. Silence reveals itself in a more accord way Came in a loud quietness and slaps its way to my day. Calm as I want to be, yet disturb when it came Shouting words I never spit was all I can do to the tune of whistling meadow in my nearby door. To it, it came Tearing every hope I have to continue a day. People ask me of how I feel, Do I have a problem or anything to share Silent as I am and paint a smile Just to exclude myself to explain the real mystery of my day-to-day. Creating a facade of merry and gay Is now transformed to weary and gray. How can I be strong? if all I am doing is writing poem? How can I catch the bow and be the archer to shoot its arrow? If I can’t hold myself and stand firm to what I believe. I know I can still walk for a day A couple of days I can say. Beyond the horizon of where I traverse I know I can be okay I just need to pause, Kneel and PRAY.