waiting to live

What awaits me then?

Tomorrow,

When the mourning dove sings,

To carry the death of yesterday

To where it is redeemed:

In the light,

In the endless possibility 

Of a sunrise I may never see.

The same way that a tree

Has no way to know if it’s seeds

Will ever find fertile soil and sun

But sheds them nonetheless,

Will I continue to fight

For a future I may not see,

And may not even be possible,

Because this is the path.