"Maybe One Day"

Sometimes, I feel like I can do it all,

Like I hold the sky, like I'll never fall.

But then a voice whispers, cold and unkind—

"You have no talent, you're falling behind."

I search online, trying to find my way,

Yet every site asks, "What can you say?"

"What is your skill? What do you bring?"

And I stand there, empty, holding nothing.

"What are you doing?" the silence demands,

And I have no answer, just trembling hands.

Each night, I stare at my phone’s cold glow,

A mirror of questions I don’t even know.

My parents work, even when they burn,

Their fevered hands, their quiet concern.

Why am I frozen? Why can’t I move?

Why do I take, yet nothing improve?

I hide beneath my quilt and cry,

In silent screams no one can identify.

I whisper to God, "Please change me, please,

Make me someone stronger, set my mind at ease."

Sometimes, I feel He only hears my pain,

Like He gathers my tears, but leaves me the same.

I know He can change all things at His will,

But maybe I'm not worthy—maybe I stay still.

I don’t know the answers, I don’t know the way,

But maybe, just maybe, I will—one day.

Maybe I'll write my answer in ink so deep,

On the paper of life, where dreams no longer sleep.