New Routine Poem by Gbolabo Adetunji

New Routine



I am here now
That's all that counts
For tomorrow is full of mystery
As much as it bears a trail of hope
I came with my breath
I came with my soul
The anguish and agony of yesterday
I exhaled with my morning breath
Its fright is frail
Its turbulence is tumbling
The dawn of this new day
Has brought me here
Alone
Without the pieces of baggage

New Routine
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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