The Sun Will Rise and So Will We

by Jennae Cecelia

I’ll clean that space tomorrow. I’ll wipe it until it shines. Oh, how I wish it was that simple to make my mind feel fine.

My storm is hidden by my constant need to be the light.

While you are picking up everyone else’s pieces, don’t forget you have pieces to pick up for yourself too. You can’t pour from a broken glass. Take time for you.

Although today may feel heavy to hold. Just know tomorrow will bring light. You won’t always be carrying such a heavy load.

Today could be the day you look back at in five, ten, twenty years and say, “The decision I made that day is what got me here today.”