It Will Be Done

The wait is driving me crazy The pressure is making me go nuts. I know indulging to my weakness will just tear me apart. Calm the nerves, Come back to your senses, Nothing to worry, Don’t be in such a hurry. If it’s meant to be, then it will be done. Advertisements

Within Reach

It always seems to be within my reach, Though somehow it always slips farther away. It makes tears fall down my eyes, It’s all I can do. No words of protest, Just tears of sorrow, disappointment, agony. Will it ever be mine? Or will forever be just be within my reach?  


I crave a life where the meek is exceptional, Being assertive is somewhat a weakness. When introverts are far more acceptable, Not perceived as weird or nerdy. When the quiet adored, the chatty ignored.