Tomorrow – A Poem

My shadow is silent
As she paints and
Ponders the quiet
She grasps at tiny
Thoughts like a
Harsh hail storm of
Cold, cluttered ruins
Of her yesterdays
She spins and
Sputters these
Webs of words
One step forward
Forever means
Another twenty
Steps back to black
Like an broken clock
Time has stopped
Her thoughts stuck
Like a long whine on
an endless E – Sharp
She paints the days
Each one, the same
Always blending
All of the colors
She loves the most
Into the very deepest
Shade of sorrow
But she still paints
Like a replay &
A repeat of yesterday
She sits still & waits
For a day called Tomorrow.

Gretchen Leary 2013

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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3 Responses to Tomorrow – A Poem

  1. ManicDdaily says:

    I thought this a very strong poem about the two days we don’t ever really have–yesterday and tomorrow. You bring that out. k.

  2. Beth Winter says:

    Yesterday and tomorrow always seem to exist in our now. Love the shadow allusion

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