Reaching for Tomorrow

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I only know that I don’t want to stop reaching for it.

I have carried darkness, doubt, and things I never knew how to say. But somewhere inside me, there is still a small part that believes in something better.

So I extend my hand, not because I have everything figured out, but because I still have hope.

Maybe tomorrow is not waiting for me to become someone else.

Maybe it is simply waiting for me to believe that I can reach it.

And for now, that is enough.