Certain? Poem by Betelhem Million

Will tomorrow be as bitter as today?
Will I still cry, still be in dismay,
Still feel the cold, and only the cold of tomorrow.
As I do today, this hour, this minutes sorrow?
I am certain that I will,
But certain I was that today was never to be this nil.
Will change ever come?
Will I still be, all of what today I have become?
Will I be in bliss, Or still in sorrow live?
Will I in faith live, Or still in faith disbelieve?
I am certain unchanged I will remain.
But was I not certain that today my dreams would sustain?