Sounding Heart

Sit and I ponder how long until the time of jumbled thinking will end,
be gone all the heartache and questions that reside within.
A day will come when this emptiness inside will no longer be;
for the depths of my soul lay not in shadows but await new strength, soundlessly.
Quietly now, I sigh as peace let comfort this restless, stubborn soul.
Soon within months passing by, I will allow myself to undergo a chance to console.
Tightly closed, these brown eyes flutter as memories create dreams; now, only morning's blur.
Happenings of my past let lay not as foundation of what was, but what can occur.
My thoughts stream without end, and emotions run rapid; but that is okay,
for tomorrow always comes.and I remain here, willing to conquer every tomorrow's day.