Tomorrow, I will be strong

Tomorrow I will be strong.

But not today.

Today,

let me shrug off the reality I fear.

Heave my shoulders and let go.

Envelop myself in lucid tears.

Accept the harshness of a no.

Shut off from this cruel world.

Break down and burn inside

Understand the comfort in being weak

Momentarily lapse into a void

Consumed by a limbo I desperately seek.

Permit this vulnerability,

This slipping into a human face,

Simply because, It’s not everything that we can put up with

Saintly wisdom and refined grace.

I beg to wind my body and crouch like in the womb,

Sometimes, feeling lonely can also be a boon.

Let me cry today, because I know I’m wrong;

But I promise, tomorrow, I will be strong.