Tomorrow We Will Shine

We all bleed the same. 

Living is hard,

whether you are 7

and diagnosed with cancer in your pancreas,

or 70 and the road sign in your mind is dying out like a pit stop on an abandoned railway once used by passing trains, then left in restraint.

We all bleed the same. 

There are days when you have to force yourself to shower,

and days when you shower for three hours,

the steam the only embrace

your cold skin can find.

We all bleed the same.

The nights are either too long or too short,

no one gets the right amount of sleep

and those that say they do are lying,

you’ve either got an ocean

caressing your pillow,

or no tears at all.

You wonder 

where they all wandered off to.

We all bleed the same. 

Living is hard,

but life is so beautiful.

Like the sky on an overcast night,

your stars are still there, shining bright

behind the clouds, while the constellations in your eyes wait

to be seen. A wind will come; 

a lover, a friend, a stranger with a kind smile,

will blow your clouds away.

We all bleed the same. 

You are going to fall in love,

over and over until you get it right. 

It may be a long road,

but the aisle is short and you look so beautiful

in lace. Maybe you’ll have kids,

or maybe your books will be your children.

You’ll have something you love,

something you take care of.

Something that makes you smile.

We all bleed the same. 

You’re going to learn new things.

You’ll travel, write, draw pictures of mermaids.

Maybe you’ll show them to people,

or maybe you won’t,

but you are going to create,

and it will be so wonderful.

You are going to be happy.

We all bleed the same, but 

we all shine the same.

And you can’t see it right now,

because the fog is too thick and the tunnel too dark,

but the stars are there, the sun is rising, and 

tomorrow is a new day.

You won't have to bleed anymore. 

Tomorrow, you will shine.