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Poetry

To the Tomorrows

Could forever come tomorrow?
I’ll do much better having already reached the end.
To make peace with the tomorrows that will never come;
To surrender the weight
of the choices I’ll never get to make.

It’s so hard otherwise
to choose to move to stay.
We can only see life from behind,
yet live forward everyday.

If only I could see the end;
Who I become, what I do
and where I go. But then
life would not need be lived.
Neither I, nor God, nor
you would matter.

So with no real choice
I pray, I muster,
I gather to dream, imagine,
fail and try again;
I’ll go then stay then move.

And to the tomorrows that will never come-
endless though you are,
I’ll find the fortitude to choose.

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About Samantha Curley

Hi! My name is Samantha Curley. I live in Pasadena, California where I run a non-profit organization called Level Ground (onlevelground.org). I like to ponder, ask questions, and share stories about life, art, and faith.

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