Today

Someday I’ll wake up, rub my eyes and cheeks, I’ll drink some water, my feet will touch the floor, I’ll look at myself in the mirror and say I’m beautiful, and believe it.

But not today.

Someday I’ll wake up and I’ll get my shit together, and eat breakfast at a reasonable hour. I won’t get bloated by 3:00pm and I’ll actually take a quick shower.

But not today.

One day I’ll wake up and my body won’t hurt. I’ll get out of bed and rest hesitantly on my feet, rejection will not take over and I won’t have to hide my limp.

But not today.

One day I’ll let myself weep and not feel embarrassed. I’ll allow my grief to be seen and be heard as it wishes it were.

But not today.

Today’s the day when I’ll say tomorrow, and naive as can be, I'll believe in tomorrow.

But not today.