I wander through life, entangled in the past that is created along the way. Harder and harder to walk the path that leads to tomorrow. As if the roots of yesterday hold me in one place. Tighter and tighter as each day passes. I struggle to see the light. I tire quickly from the battle and will soon give in to the horrors of yesterday. For me, tomorrow is not a new day only a new fight.


written by:
Mary R. Dougherty

Poetry and Prose
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