Crushed, waiting.. now hoping

         Imagine a day where a crushing takes place.
The destroying of a dream.

         Ah yes the questions fly. The irrational emotions
pierce. Still the hurt radiates. Alas patience is found,
peace is bursting and love soars to greater heights. Ah
just the thought of being carried in these moments.

        Yes solitude was not my choice but that is what
was given. So I must use it to gain insight upon a new,
enduring trial.

         I cannot beg people to like me. I certainly don't
need to pretend that I am something I am not.
Though I am curious of those who call me introverted.
Do they even know me?

        How is it that the word, defined by others, refers
to all that may be quiet, private, observant and grand
listeners? How, why does being those things also label
me as shy?

      Whatever happened to the silence of just being
respectful? Does that "art" not exist anymore?

       Dare I dream of being different? Unique? Not
to cater to the cliches of those who surround?
The beat of a different tune has me standing on the
outside, curious of the gatherings of the insiders.
Still though I don't impose. I don't beg to know the
plans, the details as to why not included.

       Clarity of association holds high the clumps of
muted groups. Thrusting myself upon others is NOT my
upbringing. Ah and I have toned down my
disappointment, muting the once blunt vocals. Why?

       Still all I can do is hope and pray.

       Build up the foundation of the bridge and pray
that many are not afraid to cross.

        Alas my understanding of patience. This change
of levels, one can dream amongst reality that
somewhere the two collide and leaps, bounds are
covered. Yet until then the woman in me waits.

         The crushing unfolds and the gluing begins.
Refreshing the journey of new trails that are
available from lessons of distance given.

        Yes I learn. Yes I absorb. Yes I hurt. Yes I cry.
Yes I rebuild. Yes I move forward looking for
opportunities given inside dreams and hopes.

        Ah the possibilities may just be nearby and
just about to knock. Ah a hope indeed. So be patient
little one. Hold still, cling tightly to the dream and
move cautiously into the reality.

       Just maybe, perhaps a burst of association may
unwind and find a place for this quiet, unique
sibling.

         One can "dare to dream", right?