today

today
she had never paid much mind to it
given it no second glance
caught up in what had been
or just might
and overlooked the 'what was'
focused on the failings of all the things she could not change
and the fear of what was still to follow
the present, an illusion,
a forsaken moment
but it was all she had
the here and now
just this moment
broken by the next
snatches of time
that slip away
unseen, unnoticed
yet mourned for at a later date
she could not love today
for she did not see it
she yearned for her dreams
but could not see that they were to be born out of this moment
a birthing right she denied herself
and so she stumbled on in this pretense of existence
like a pauper who had been given an unrealized treasure
hiding it away for a raining day
never knowing its worth
and she spent her days in false attempts to live
never really living
always looking back or thinking forward
never satisfied with this seconds passing
and missing the point