For Tomorrow

Try not to walk your name
in every word
you waver forward,
not to climb your heart again.

Or not to speak your blood
alone or ever
believe in echoes
of a half-acknowledged dream.

Try as you may, your window opens
on a life
you cannot change,
on a role you cannot claim.

Inch forward into your shadow.
Trust the muscles
of your brain.

 

Hear it: