Questions Of The Mind Poem by Sharmila Martin

Today, tomorrow, yesterday & back again.
As it is, is as it always should be. Where do
these beliefs that bellow from my present,
past & future self ricochet from?

Are they but a reflection of self doubt & saddness
or are these beliefs the reflections of what I see from
the mere closeness of those around me? What could
my today hold that my yesterdays have somehow relayed,
may I ever break the cycle that I see?

Will it or is it but a tremor of my destiny to follow the path that preceeded the day before me? Can I & will I repete all the
reflections of the sorrows that I have so effortlessly placed before me?

But as all questions cycle through my mind the one question
I have that plays repetitiously in my minds eye at each days end remains:

'Are my today's, tomorrow's & yesterdays doomed to come full circle again? '

And as always the return answer of my mind is:

'It is as it always should be, ' and then the saddness grips
me forever here I'll be.