Writing poetry in the mean time to keep me busy. Good luck to everyone!
The waiting game
The waiting game.
Stressing, stressing, stressing.
Thinking too much, not thinking enough.
Concentration broken.
Focus, focus, focus.
Mundane tasks cannot provide the needed distraction.
My mind questioning.
Racing, racing, racing.
Why not me? Why am I not enough? What else can I do?
Thinking about the future I so desperately want and all that comes to mind is:
Inadequate, inadequate, inadequate.
I don’t deserve this. I should give up.
But then, I remember the hard work over the years.
Striving, striving, striving.
To do better, to be better.
Many sleepless nights reading, studying, writing.
Diligent, diligent, diligent.
And so, I hold out hope. Hope for my dreams and goals.
Hope for a better tomorrow.