TOMORROW; a conversation

When I cry to you, with every teardrop are words that elude even my poetic tongue. The tears alone are prayers that the tongue is incapable of speaking. When pain gnaws at my soul, I accept it and speak with you. We have a conversation and there becomes an understanding of what will be. A new found confidence that all will be fine. You see, hope is a double edged sword, that gives and takes. It picks at the very core of all that you are, yet, it is the very thing that keeps you going. The scars aren’t visible, so you get up again, but you go to bed in heartbreak because today wasn’t the day you thought it’d be. You pray to your god, whichever you serve. You then you go back again tonight, even as the tears fall, you hope tomorrow is the day…

— Tolú