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?  

Meek

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.