Wading through these dark desolate waters,
I know not what awaits me,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
Deep rooted thoughts arise from within,
Questioning the complexity of the time to come.
Yet, with a discerning hope I move ahead;
Unbeknownst to the world lying outside.
Forbearance is a trait I have acquired,
Looking beyond the uncertainties in life.
The wait still plays a pivotal role;
Transforming, transferring, teaching.
Tomorrow is a day I look forward to,
Every passing moment captured with grace.
I know not when this sojourn will ever end,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
