We’ll Try Tomorrow
A Poem | Brittney Herz
But my blanket is too wrinkled
And something dark is beneath my bed,
I’m supposed to be getting dressed now
At least that’s what mommy said.
But my pants are just too hard
And my shirt is way too soft,
My hair is still wet from my shower
So I start to rip it off.
I have to get to moving
Or else everyone will be late,
I yell to mommy that I can’t
But she doesn’t want to wait.
Brother doesn’t want to play
Sometimes my friends just laugh,
They don’t understand me
When I break my toys in half.
The world outside looks so scary
But at the same time so exciting,
Mommy just keeps staring
Daddy’s nails, he’s always biting.
I scream when my dinners hot
And shout when it’s too cold,
I have to use my words they say
For this noise, I’m far too old.
My PJs aren’t warm enough
My bed just isn’t right,
My room is way too dark right now
With the nightlight, it’s too bright.
My eyes aren’t getting heavy
Mommy gives me dreams I can borrow,
She rubs my head, and always says
We’ll try again tomorrow.
Brittney is a freelance writer, nonprofit Director, and mother who lives and works in Maryland. She reads too much, sleeps too little, and has an unhealthy Harry Potter obsession. See more posts at justbemom.com.
Samantha is the author of "My Bipolar Mind: You're not alone," she is also a freelance writer, blogger, and mental health advocate who runs and manages her own mental health blog MyBipolarMind.com.