Harvest
Who really knows what today will bring
I can only hope for a slice of some kind of good
I can’t force what I want into being
I can only plant seeds and wait for a harvest
There will be threads of discord
Along with even ground for me to stand
I am offered a short stay of rest in between
But often guided to not give up
Not to lesson who and what I am capable of
For acceptance or to be noticed
Who really knows what today or tomorrow holds
I am not given proven insight nor
A valid hint on other people perceptions
I can keep being me
Maybe be more open
Less concerned of looming judgment
I can only hope for a slice of some kind of good
I can’t force what I want into being
I can only plant seeds and wait for a harvest
There will be threads of discord
Along with even ground for me to stand
I am offered a short stay of rest in between
But often guided to not give up
Not to lesson who and what I am capable of
For acceptance or to be noticed
Who really knows what today or tomorrow holds
I am not given proven insight nor
A valid hint on other people perceptions
I can keep being me
Maybe be more open
Less concerned of looming judgment