It slips through my fingers like sand. I can’t seem to hold it long enough. I get a handful and then it’s gone. Gone like a minnow fleeing any slight movement in the water.
A feeling so strong but so delicate. It’s a feeling I didn’t expect to have, it came by surprise. Desire overwhelms me and I can’t help but wonder where this will go. One day I have hope, the next day I am hopeless. I’m never sure. Unsure of everything. I hold back when really I want to pour out all I have. Fill the cup to the brim. It shouldn’t be so hard, but my determination comes easy. Chasing a feeling, chasing a place that I know could be so good.
My trust is wavering. Inconsistencies give me self-doubt. I have been unloved before and my tender heart can’t help but feel unworthy. There are so many things I want to say, but I second guess every word. I blame myself when things go silent.
I should probably give up. Walk away and keep searching for what I need, because I am worth more than waiting for when it’s convenient. My energy should be sacred. But instead, I do everything I’m not supposed to do.
Deep down my heart knows love exists and I know my heart will be loved again some day. It’s a heart worth loving. In due time. Paying my dues and practicing patience. Giving up is easy, but I prefer the hard road. I can only quit when I know I’ve given all I’ve got and there is nothing left.
Time is a funny thing and it passes by like a cool ocean breeze. Each day is a new chance to feel that breeze and pray for sunshine and fulfillment. It doesn’t always come, but I know that it exists. But how much time needs to pass to get to the place I want to be? How much longer do I need to keep going? How many miles will I put on my heart? My tank is nearly on empty. Frustration grows more and more as time goes by, and I do my best to not let it fester. But I’m weak sometimes. And sometimes I cry.
I can’t always hold it together. Sometimes I get angry. Mostly it’s sadness that consumes me. My feelings are overwhelming and I know things could be so good if I just had the chance I need to prove it. I could be the missing puzzle piece but this puzzle doesn’t want to be finished. I know who I am and what I have to offer. I am comfortable in my own company. I need more than myself. I need tender touches and soft kisses. I need passionate conversation and magic moments. I crave connection. I want excitement.
Maybe one day I’ll breakthrough the wall that is built so strongly. Maybe one day the puzzle will be complete. Maybe one day my efforts will be worth it and my patience will pay off. Until then, I’ll keep faith that what is meant to be will be because in the end, faith is all there is.
I’m practicing patience. But my patience is wearing thin.