Hope

Why can I write?

What can I say?

What is it that stands in my way?

Today I connect in a stilted play

With the words that I see and I hear on this day

But still, I feel challenged

I dont know what to do

To address the things I need

To see the PhD through

But still I am sure that I need to be here

Not then, not there, but rather now and here

My ideas can connect in the way of a seed

It is not him or her or that that I need

Rather for me to engage

To be consistent with increasing speed

So these words that I type

Can be a trickle in scope

For something to achieve

A creative river of hope.