I Can Glow In The Morrow Nonetheless.

Don`t take my defeatism too seriously,

my worlds ended a hundred times and begun again in the morning.

I`m a pathetically hopeful woman,

I know not one ounce of what ill learn,

I know not one route,

not one turn.

I do, however, know one thing;

If the sun can be constantly blocked by clouds, war planes and satellites,

then I can glow in the morrow nonetheless,

and make it through the night,

and wait for dawn to follow.

Author's Note

i often forget poetry can also capture joy and willingness, i would love some feed back on this as its way out of my comfort zone!

Reviews

[QuietOptimism]

This is a really cool poem! I like the connection you make between yourself and the ever-glowing sun to create the metaphor, and the first line is a good hook. Only grammatical feedback is that in the first and third line there's a bunch of space around your apostrophes, idk if that's an artistic choice or not.