Today is yesterday’s tomorrow,

Whilst today is tomorrow’s yesterday.

Only one really exists,

And that is today.

At any moment in time

I exist only in that moment,

In that space,

Between what has been

And what has yet to be.

When tough times gather

Like dark clouds on the horizon,

The future becomes a place

Where fear constructs its own narrative

And yesterday becomes a courtroom

Where regret gives its evidence.

And you find yourself guilty.

I revisit old wounds,

Searching for answers

In conversations long finished,

In roads not taken,

In words I wish I had spoken.

Yet the past cannot hear me,

No matter how often I call its name.

I stare towards tomorrow,

Trying to calculate every possibility,

Every danger,

Every loss that might arrive.

Yet tomorrow remains silent,

Keeping its secrets

Beyond the reach of my worry.

And so I am left with today.

Not because today is easy,

Nor because today’s burdens are light,

But because today is the only place

Where I can physically change anything.

The pain may have come from yesterday,

The fear may belong to tomorrow,

But courage can only live now.

In this breath. In this step. In this choice to continue.

I do not need to carry

The whole of my future today.

I do not need to repair

The whole of my past.

I need only inhabit this moment,

However imperfectly.

For even in the darkest moments

Time moves quietly forward,

And the person who survives today

Will meet a different tomorrow.

Perhaps that is hope:

Not the certainty that everything will be well,

But the understanding that this moment is not forever,

That I am not trapped in who I was,

Nor condemned by what I fear.

I am here.

And while I am here, there remains the possibility of change, of healing, of another dawn

Waiting patiently to become reality, to become today.