#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way through the rains.

Let the deluge wash off,
The anxieties and agonies past,
Of not just one but many,
Inconsolably broken endeavours.

These rains, an obligatory ceremony,
To let the Yesterdays fly,
And to harness the drizzling showers,
Fragrant breezes and bright warmths,
Hidden in the promissing Tomorrows,
And the key to which,
Nests essentially in your TODAYS,
So, clench your fist to sieze,
The gem called 'The present Moment'.