Patience

It was hard for her to take care of herself.

There was no drive
No passion for herself.

Her drive
Her passion was
Driven towards life
Driven towards death

Her annoyance towards the nagging
To become part of something greater
Pulsated through her rapidly

She had to push the noise out
She had to push the feelings out

She realized that the cards she had in her hand
Was a full house
And this house was full of madness
Full of greatness
Full of uncertainty
Full of patience

Jessica Reynolds “Patience” copyright 2009