What have I been waiting for? Though I have lots of insecurities, I should know better than to say I’m not good enough. I have been through enough to know that I have what it takes to be where I want to be… so what’s stopping me? Is it fear, or just lack of hope or confidence? There could be plenty of things that hold me back, but why do I let them? Countless amounts of questions unanswered so far and I regret to think, they may never be truly answered.  If that is the case, I will start now and I won’t let anything stop me. I will break that wall of fear. I will hope for the sun and bask in the rain and I will lift my head high when feeling my lowest.
I can’t give up now, I haven’t even started.

We get it, you're sad
So are the rest of us
Can it really be that bad?
Learn to cope or
stay
and mope.
It is no use to run from it.
But why seek comfort from it?
You left
No room for happiness.
No only sadness.
I get it,
everyone gets sad.
So know that it will pass.
Don't let it last.
Once the power is given,
there won't be any of you left.

Complex Beauty
Pale blue liquid captured in an orb
surrounded by milky colored living fabric
framed by long streams of blond silk.
Tiny pink rose petals  
outline shiny pearls
bordering a red cave.
Two pillars stand on crumbling surfaces carrying the necessities of life.
Various vessels attach to a clock ticking towards the unknowable end.
Hot maroon velvet circulates throughout the majestic system.
The source of all knowledge spreads its roots controlling the
organs as their symphony echos throughout the warm establishment.
The beauty of complexity casts itself through shining sapphire spheres.
The wet smoothness of the living fabric sends the fluttering
of butterfly wings into the one who has touched it.
The shimmering of the silk illuminated under the sun
burns a hole into the pit of that one.
Gasping for relief from the aggressive attraction.
Breathing in heavily to grasp the rawness of emotions.
    A sudden stop.                                    Fear takes over.
The clock stops.                                     The flow stops. 
The roots die.                                           The system defective.                                                    Wai­ting
   to be                                                                    mended.