‘Do not worry about tomorrow.‘
Although the words have clanged in my ears a thousand times
To where they’ve become an empty cliché
Rolling around inside my mind
And the last twenty-one years of my life
Has carved them indelibly on my brain.
Somehow they got lost, took the wrong vein
On the way to my heart
Or maybe they just saw the neon flashing sign:
Warning – Control freak ahead,
And sped off in the opposite direction, only to skid
In the rubble of inspiring quotes
And cute sayings that dominate my Facebook page.
‘Do not worry about tomorrow’, You say
As fear slaps icy red welts across my face,
Dizzy, I dangle above the yawning abyss of surrender,
Glancing over my shoulder,
Unable to take the risk of letting go
As the pieces of control I’m clinging to
With all the strength my cramping muscles can muster
Crumble in my slippery hands.
I do worry about tomorrow.
The sparkle of hope that I can let go
And fall into Your arms is erased
As I remember, when tomorrow arrives at midnight
My glass slippers might disappear,
because You’re not my fairy god-mother
With a magic wand,
To make all my fondest wishes come true.
What if tomorrow forgets?
What if this was my last chance
To write my own story?
Because surrender means handing You the pen
And traveling with the ink as it flows into days,
At the edge of the future, just white pages of potential,
Charting a map only of where I’ve been, not the path ahead.
Do not worry about tomorrow.
What if You and tomorrow are old friends
And even though tomorrow hides her face from me,
You and she have known each other
Since the future, your knowledge transcends the present
And nothing she can bring is new to You?
All this time,
I’ve been trying to analyze the stars
with a magnifying glass.
Your love has always surpassed understanding
And as I open my empty hands I see yours holding me.
I know that you’ll be with me
Tomorrow.
POET: Caitlin Jankiewicz