NEW DAY…
Without sorrow I tiptoe
through the door at dawn.
And I will walk along
the pink haze
whispering
“this will be better.”
But where the path leads –
no one knows.
And no one can predict
what will happen
at the very end.
But to reach the end –
is to begin.
Where the emptiness
that I left,
I will fill with hope.
Because my past
is enough
for each tomorrow
that follows.
And all the mistakes
I will collect
over the year, next,
are not as bad
as the chances
I missed in the last year.
So… Right now right here
without sorrow I tiptoe
through the door at dawn.
And I will walk along
the pink haze
whispering
“this will be better.”
©Natalia Govsha
