Amazing Kids! Magazine

Tomorrow’s Yesterday

By Neely Woodroffe, age 17, Florida

 

Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow,
But that’s what I said yesterday.
My mind is pooled with overdue work;
My heartbeat speeds with every minute passed.
Every breath is an attempt at long-forgotten peace.

Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow,
But that’s what I said yesterday.
The white walls around me shake as if they
Shed tears of frustration with me.
The office chair I’ve lived in for five months,
With its mahogany arms rubbed raw from my nail marks,
Groans at every movement away from its matching desk.
The ceiling seems to cave in
Simultaneously with each heavy sigh.

Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow,
But that’s what I said yesterday.
I can feel my arms itch from rest;
My toes curl with anticipation and apprehension.

Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow,
But that’s what I said yesterday.
If I would’ve done everything earlier,
Life would be cake, and I could be graced with smiles.
I could feel the sun feather my face,
Feel sand beneath my legs as wind mumbled secrets in my hair.
I could be free, liberated, complete,
But maybe I can do all that tomorrow.