Rhyme Time

One evening, while lounging in bed, I began thinking upon the morrow. Tomorrow stood before me, bright and beautiful. Wide open and full of promise. I began to imagine all I could do with that empty space that lay before me. Then, I sighed. I'd woken up just that morning with a vast "today" before me. I'd not used it to make immense, lasting changes. I'd not broken out of my box of habitual security, shyness, or worry. I'd been just who I was, rather than rising to who I knew I could be...who I want to be. That night, I penned this prose to remind myself: Today. After all, it is what I do today that determines my tomorrow.

The Diet Starts Tomorrow

How that
Tomorrow
Means so much?
Making plans
For the Woman I will be
When today
I won’t even try

How that
Evening
Brings such hope?
Making plans
For the Woman I will be
In the morning
When the sun
Melts her away

How that
Morning
Comes with forgetting?
Making plans
For who I am today
Rather than
Who I knew I could be
Yesterday