What’s patience anyway?
Is it waiting….
Because to me there is no difference.
Should I leave it at that?
So dry and blunt.
Thoughts of patience should be somewhat calming, and a little secure,
But right now in this moment it seems so distant.
I’m too anxious.
I need a steady hand.
So I’ll hold on to the little I have and pray for some more,
Or should I pray to start trusting?
Or stop trying so hard.