In hope that the morrow won’t just be another day
But a better day.
Perhaps a day I can smile in as I 
Try to forget the tears of yesterday
Maybe even unlearn the doubt of the day before yesterday
The trials of last week will be the water.
The happenings of last month will always be cherished.
The uncertainty of last year will be wiped away.

I thread backwards in time
Cleaning all that was left behind
Clearing the debris from my eyes
I am no longer blind
Now gifted with sight
I paint over my mind skies
Splashing my heart’s rainbows over the dark clouds of yesterday
Trading insecurities for possibilities, even
I can now see the sun where he stands in the sky.