I’m told to wait, to focus,
To not wish for what they don’t allow.
But my heart doesn’t wait the way clocks do
It beats quietly for what it hopes,
Even when I try to silence it.
I smile, I work, I write,
But somewhere, I still dream.
Not foolishly
Just softly, in the background,
Like a melody only I can hear.
Maybe one day,
I’ll choose love on my own terms,
Not in rebellion,
But in quiet strength
Knowing I am worthy,
Even if I have to wait.
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