Some Brighter Day

30 June 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/06/30/some-brighter-day/

Abbey burns through time like a memory
discarded, the lost film that tells the story
I tried to forget. I was almost whole, and she
almost mine, but that miscreant time would carry away
what little hope we had. She moved on, so did I,
but some part of my soul still remained incomplete,
never knowing how love might fulfill the deep longing
or make straight the narrow, crooked road.
There was something that had to explode,
locked up tight, and I'm glad to be free of it,
glad to have kept to myself (for the most part)
the pain that could only hurt others, the pain
that would make love impossible until some brighter day.

That day finally came, and the sun now shines
with more purpose. I have not forgotten
the pain or the feeling of chains on my body and heart,
but I walk free and stand taller now. I know where I am going
and where I have been.

What comes next? I would love if love does come my way,
but I cannot say whether any will answer or even hear
my plaintive call, from the depths of a most human soul,
fully human, accepting no compromise. Who can endure it?
Who can stand tall in the rain of the storms of unconsciousness,
pouring down over us? I know I can. But is there another?

I wait even so, never knowing if such a one
could exist. I have glimpsed her, at least
in the mind's eye, through the veil of imagination,
and I will not settle for less.