A tea stained sunset
peers through my window
at a desk littered with frantic.
Each book, paper, magazine
held its priority for the brief second
it took me to place it among
mismatched intentions.
As shadows claim another day
I stare at the boneyard of
procrastination
and my eyes fill with tears of
answered prayers.
Tomorrow, my spirit sings
tomorrow.
Fear ceases to bully hope.
The mess scattered before me
no longer is the altar where
agony built its nest.©Susie Clevenger 2016
Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform
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Hi Susie! So glad for good news about Dawn. xo
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