What Would Tomorrow Be Like?

What would tomorrow be like
If I wasn't dead?
Would something change
To give me hope instead?
Perhaps I could cry
Show a vulnerable side
Without fear of becoming
A cautionary tale
What will tomorrow be like
If I'm still alive?
If I find the courage
To survive
The endless reminders
Of my poor decisions
Failures, shortcomings, and lies
What would tomorrow be like
If I wasn't dead?
If I traded insecurity
For a confident head
If I was allowed to feel sorry
For myself without being judged
Beaten, flogged, and bled

The Forbidden Paradise

Resting on the boundary of reason
A place intended for the unseen
Divided by a sheen residue
Separating light from white
Because of a mutual camouflage
Both sides remain unaware of the other
Until a taste of magic dissolves the residue
Causing the darkness to escape one side
Causing the light to take form
Shadow gives shape to the mass
Observing a new awareness
Seeing the unseen
A gaze into a wild unknown
Returns the stare
A light passes into the other side
And the absence of reason
Propels the illumination
Of a forbidden paradise  

The Windless Sea

A current pulls a fishing net
Across the windless sea
Snaring life and habitat
Over the ocean floor
A bundle of captured dead things
Sandy, salty twitch
Strangled by the ambiance
Of lifeless, swirling fish

The sails are drawn
The oars are gone
The splintered boards float away

The crew scatters
From the empty raft
As if they were insects
Or scurrying rats
In all directions
Except to shore
To an unknown landing
And unseen form