Thursday, October 18, 2007

poem I wrote a few weeks ago

People may think I'm weak
but I think "only compared to some"
When is enough truly enough
for the last time?

How can I ask for more when I already have so much?
I'm so small in a world of so many
Why should what I need matter?
Who cares if I'm almost 30
and still don't have what I've always dreamed of

I'm thankful for my health, my life, my blessings
But I'm meant for more
Every month, I'm disappointed

I see people abuse their gifts daily
And all I fear is anger

Pray, wait, be patient ...I'm trying.

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