Someday...

At times, I  can be a bit of a poet, lost inside my head of my own metaphorical translations. The love language of my own heart. A poem...


Someday.
That’s when you’ll have it.
That’s when the world will all make sense.

This ever illusive “one day”,
that keeps today’s hope locked tight in its hands.

Some. Day.

Like the longing for tomorrow;
the day that’s always a day away.

Someday.

The day you’ll have a chance.
The day when you quit getting knocked down and kicked around.
The beautiful promises of the “one day” man you’ve always dreamed of.

The underlying compromises of a happy ending.
The chance to unveil the silver lining.

This “someday” that the world keeps talking about.

The day Martin Luther King dreamed of.
The day Betty Friedan longed to see.

The day you wait for as you go to sleep at night.
The day that keeps you dreaming.

Someday.
Someday my intelligence will carry me far.
Someday the man of my dreams will capture me so deeply in his heart, I’ll have nowhere to go but to let myself fall in love.

Someday my children will run in circles chasing their own “one day”.
Someday I’ll be smiling back at the silences people left me with, knowing I had the words for them all along.

Someday I’ll look at the promises they left behind, that I pushed into pockets that were never mine, and I’ll realize the dreams I had were never more than the life I was already living.

Someday, One Day.

Somehow,
that’s today.

It’s all today.

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