One never knows how intense a 'tomorrow' can be. Every day, I wake up, go to hospital, and come home.

Thanks to all of you for your comments.



Perhaps tomorrow appears again.
Perhaps sorrow is here to sleep.
Perhaps my soul searches the deep
Emotions that I keep.

Perhaps I simply weep.....

Poetry by JK Fisher
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Written on 2016-06-09 at 08:03

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, this is very sad. You must be going through a hard time.

Kathy Lockhart
There is so much sadness here but there is also hope. Perhaps is hope. When our health issues are chronic and not good, it takes a toll on our mental and emotional health as well.

"Weeping goes on for the night, but joy comes in the morning."

We do not know what or how long the writer means when saying night, nor do we know what or when morning is. We only know that one will stop and the other will begin. There is hope.

Perhaps is Hope.

hugs, kathy