“Your time will come.”
That’s what they say to me
But that’s really hard to accept
When you are where you are and you’d rather be living
Your: dream. truth. life.
Exhausted from running, chasing what you thought you were born for
Drowning in hopeless perspiration, beads of hot sweat trickles downward,
Finding solace in the corner of your eyes
The burning sensation is all too familiar
When lost. When scared. When caving.
Failure and comfort is infused in every tear that falls,
causing
visual paralysis
Losing sight of the way
Losing the will to see
Merging off course. Self-sabotage.
Because it’s so much easier to throw in the towel
than it is to
Use the towel to soak up the pain, sweat & tears.
indemnify.
Get up and clean your face
‘cause,
Crying never did anything anyway
I’ll prove me wrong before I prove them right
Resilience.
“Your time will come.”
That’s what they say to me
I can’t just sit around and wait for my life to start,
Perch and wait for nothing to come, for paths to part
Tomorrow may not have a yesterday
At least, for me anyway
Patience and humility. That’s how I’ll get there
With the will, it’s the only way
Tenacity. That’s in my black DNA.
“Your time will come.”
That’s what they say to me
Reclaiming my time. That’s what I say to me.
-kp
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