I’m working on it.

- Tanya Antony (USA)

In a pathetic state of mind with no more tears left to shed,

I look back up and ask myself, “what’s next?”

Finish my homework, take a shift, or catch up on rest instead?

Not sure which will come first, but I’m working on it.

A couple more assignments till my heart is so happy it can’t stop racing,

Some hours before I can watch the stars carefully align,

Take those hits because there is something worthwhile waiting.

These bad days will be worth it, just give it some more time.

Beneath it all, there is a gem.

Uncontrollable and unconscious smiles will be my nature.

My ideas will make sense through one jot of a pen.

All in exchange for a little more pain to endure.

I’ll keep swimming to the surface because one day I'll float on my own:

No longer struggling to breathe underneath.

The scenery I’d been looking up at before would be finally known.

I haven’t drowned yet and I will overcome this sea.

Because to say it’s impossible is simply choosing not to see

The dreams, one day, God will give this girl to be.

There is a reason the flowers bloom and that I can get out of bed.

I’ll keep asking why, of course, but I now also seek what’s next.