Maybe tomorrow

#Writing #poem #springUnsprawlingBackwards

Another barrage of the screeching voice, maybe tomorrow
Another attempt at pleasing that voice, maybe tomorrow
Another despair yearning inward, maybe tomorrow

And somewhere deep inside me a voice says one word;
“Walk.”

What choice do I really have?
And so I walked.
five miles, four Hours on the trail.
Go to bed on an empty stomach, maybe tomorrow.