Tomorrow Is Another Day Poem by Brigitte Perrussot

Reconciliation of minds full of agony and anxiety alerts.
I was lost and destroyed. I was unsettled and became co-dependent of another life.
I was useless as the tiniest grain of salt.

Nothing made sense.
No strains of capability to pursue me so called self.
Desperately wanted to achieve my untaken resulted to a demolition of rewarded domes.

Trust faded behind the curtain of cultivation.
Zoning to an unmapped plan by obligation sited for another satisfaction.
The threshold levity of unconditional suggestions to better or worse game book of success.

I was lost in my own wounds.
I was cave to a burning stove inflammable to its jolt.
The storm sabotaged my dreams of a rotated cycle.

I became dead soul with plaster skin covering my ghostly body to the human kind of earthly giving palpitation.
Suddenly, I woke up and realized my failure! !

Partly faulty of my blindness to human unkind raises to the finishing mark of undoable retro vista of the milestone.

Mistakes and errors of life time regrets became my grade "A" certificate.
I refused to stay cripple and handicap of my choices.

Finally, I decided to open those heavy curtains of reclaimable slavery rights of endurance and progress.

I pledged to be strongly quoted to see a culmination shapes between my intakes in doing it as I please.
As it was said that tomorrow is another day, indeed, it remains! !