Looking for Signs

Its been a while I wrote with a pen
this one feels uncomfortable
but oh well,
I start, one, two, and three

thoughts of work unfinished, unwilling, and inevitable
questions on how-
there has to be a life better than this one,
where I smile like,
Iam unbroken, untouched, and spotless

do I have a good reason to complain,
if I forget about tonight,
will I forget forever,
the night I questioned everything,
stared forlorn at the evening sky,
I meant the ceiling of my room

if anyone sees me,
the one praying for the night to rollback,
that morning will change who she was,
tonight she is looking for signs to be brave.