Challenge

A challenge this is not.

I sit here—you waste my time.

The things you say—I already know.

Yet still I fear—succumbing to overconfidence.

Yet still I believe—one day you’ll say,

Something new—something I need.

Something not eye-glazing.

 

Instead I write this—sitting here.

While you chatter along—and I can’t help but listen.

I divide my attention—half-wasted.

I’m surrounded by fools—or maybe they’re just more expressive of their stupidity.

 

I think I’ve learned,

To hide when I don’t know.

Or I’m just practical—and know when not to ask, but when to research.

 

Then there’s the occasional problem or question,

That genuinely stumps me—or at least makes me think.

 

Just stop talking or get to the point.

Just let me leave or give me a challenge.

At least I have free time—and can relax.

 

Do the others share these thoughts?

I learned this all ages ago—stop repeating the basics.

And it’s not just you—I get this a lot.

Every time—you tell me the grammar—the concepts.

Like a child.

 

Giving Up

I sometimes wish that

Others could read my mind.

I wish that

You didn’t confuse my words.

I wish that

My explanations made sense.

Or, rather, that you understood.

 

No matter how much

I rephrase,

You still don’t get it,

So I just give up.

 

One Sentence

It just takes a sentence.

Perhaps a word—just “hey.”

Just that—to start.

That’s all—though it’s not always easy.

That’s all—to break years of loneliness.

Just a “hey.”

And—of course—the courage to say it.

 

frIEnd

I feel the start,

Of friendship.

It may not end well—

It may not last long—

It may be temporary—

But it’s something.

Something great.

I feel great.

 

- Lily