I am waiting.

Waiting for something that seems will never come.

Fighting a losing battle every day,

I am at a loss,

But I can never accept defeat.

So instead I wait.

It is the only way I can continue living,

For if I give up the wait now,

I fear that the pain of loss will be too much to handle.

So instead I put pen to paper, pour out my soul,

And wear my heart on my sleeve.

For it is the only way I know how to cope with;

the worry, the disappointment, the rejection and the pain.

And for a moment I find peace, solace and comfort in the canvas of words.

Is this the weight I have to bear for greatness or

Am I just kidding myself and what I see is what I get.

But still I choose to wait,

Refuse to accept loss,

And choose to be encouraged by the discouragement.