Finding that nudge

There’s rage, fear, anger, hunger.

There’s way too much negativity.

And it feels hard to get out of that

A perpetual frown and wrinkle in plans

That tells me everything’s not alright

No matter how many times I give it my all

The Universe is not plotting to hand me my dreams

And even when I fight the battle to grab my dream

I feel like I’ve missed it by a whisker

But mostly quite out of range

I want to give up

Hang up my tools, my will and my pride

Tell myself its over

That this it isn’t meant to be

That this is how it is

And somehow there’s a tiny flicker

That flares within me

And prods me to give it one last try

Or here goes…

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