Tomorrow, Redux
Today I sit here In the afterglow The vision fades But it seems like I am still supposed to follow it? I can't just ignore it I can't forget it Even as I forget the feel of it
Tomorrow Is my last day in hospital For now
Yesterday I could blame the medications For my drop in creativity But today, I am back On my usual doses And writing is more of a struggle Getting up is more of a struggle Life is more of a struggle
Today I try to make the kinds of plans An insane man would approve As sufficient for this insane world I guess I can still do all the same things But slower And less effectively Remembering that if I fail That's OK Others will take my place
Yesterday Life was strangely uncomplicated Waging spiritual war From the comforting structures of an institutional Life
Today The war continues But life is going to get in the way Of any decisive manoeuvres
Yesterday Or before I gave thanks for my church and my congregation How much more I have to give thanks for them now
Today The real work toward wellness begins
Yesterday Well, earlier, actually I learned to feel safe Even in the dreamworld, in its wyrdness Activation without agitation We'll get there One day
Tomorrow Wendy You don't have to die