In the quiet moments when I wait,
Questions linger, whispering my fate.
"Who are you waiting for?" they demand,
While patience slips through my trembling hand.
Some voices urge me to let go,
To move beyond what I think I know.
Yet, deep within, a spirit speaks,
Reminding me love's peaks and creeks.
Am I too much, or not enough?
Should I be soft, or should I be tough?
These doubts like shadows, close they cling,
Yet a gentle voice begins to sing.
"You are enough," it softly sighs,
"Trust in the love that never dies."
With each breath, a calmness grows,
A quiet hope that softly glows.
So, I wait with open heart and mind,
For the love that's patient, true, and kind.
In this stillness, I find my way,
Trusting tomorrow, come what may.
