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 Tomorrow

For some people, tomorrow is just another page,

a quiet excuse to pause at this stage.

For others, tomorrow is hope hanging in the air,

a gentle whisper saying, “there’s still time there.”

But for me, tomorrow feels different—

like a promise the sky keeps making but never keeps.

I have been walking toward tomorrow for years,

climbing small stairs made of hopes and fears.

With every step, faith still resting in my chest,

yet the road grows longer and the horizon pulls back.

My dreams sit beside me like letters never sent,

full of fire but with nowhere to go.

People say tomorrow becomes today,

and today slowly fades into yesterday.

Their tomorrows bloom, their memories shine,

their past turning into a story wrapped in time.

But my tomorrow

still stands somewhere far away.

Days keep passing,

years quietly slip by.

I keep telling myself the same thing—

maybe tomorrow will be the day.

Yet tomorrow

somehow

never arrives.

  - Riya Belwal