Tomorrow needs to come 

Each day I look.

Look beyond the clouds,  
the horizon and into the invisible space  
between today and tomorrow.

But, even though I squint  
and look as hard as I can,  
I never see you.

There’s no sign of your soul,  
your energy,  
the warmth from within you.

You are gone,  
your soul dissolved into tomorrow,  
far beyond my reach.

Yet, I see you everywhere.  
Your presence feels near,  
like a cloak around my shoulders
dragging me down, keeping a hold.

I want to break free,  
from the hold of your soul.

In the darkness,  
our shadows wrestle.
I rip off your hold.

For I need to grieve,  
to let you go.

I still feel your heart beating,  
but now I must learn  
to breathe alone.

Donna Weeks

Avatar photoDonna May-Weeks is from the South West of England. She is autistic and works in a caring profession supporting others through difficult times. Writing poetry helps her process emotions, understand experiences, and express what can be hard to say out loud. This piece is deeply personal and marks the first time she has shared her writing publicly.

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