Dawn breaks
on the far side of despair,
and dreams can live long past
our pregnant bedside vigils.

Tomorrow is not a gift,
but neither is it a curse.
It is a blank sheet of paper
on which to write our story.

Our future is charted
by the characters we include,
the quests we embrace,
and what we chose to abandon.

The ink ever-flows in our hearts,
and the world waits eagerly for our decisions.

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