That 1,000 tomorrows would make up
For 52 bad yesterday's.
Ah,hope springs young,& eternal
A thousand tomorrows will soon be today
And turn into yesterdays.
Normal numbers don't save me
From the darkness of the place I'm in.
I don't see the light.
I don't see the hope.
I don't see the promise of tomorrow.
There is only today,& living the pain.
(And the further spiral of the numbers.)
Yesterday probably even wasn't that bad,because yesterday I was at least breathing.
And my yesterdays with diabetes now match those without.(16.5 + 16.5)
This also I know
That a bad today
Keeps you from feeling the promise of tomorrow
And that it doesn't have to be permanent thing.
(But like diabetes,depression just kind of sneaks up on you,smacks you on the head,and delivers a boatload of other difficulties to keep you in that place. And I'm tired,& probably my thyroid levels are completely whacko and I'm fully aware I need to go to my pcp and get back on something. I know. I'll get sorted out.)
One step at a time.
One today at a time.
Turning into tomorrows.