The wait

I feel the pull
Dragging me down
Pulling me under
Holding me beneath the
Of dreams not yet realized.
No breathing-
No sighing-
Only gasping and grasping
For a tiny bit of life
A new hope.
Finding only
Soul rendering despair
Deep in the darkness
Of each passing night.
At the same time
This comes to my mind
Im so hard on myself
I need to take a moment.
Sit back.
And marvel at my life
 At the grief that softened me
 At the heartache that wisened me
At the suffering that strengthened me

Despise everything
I'll still grow
I should be 
Proud of


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