Worth Words

I wait
sighing,
cursing,
breathing heavy,
ready for life
to be different
I wilt
in the humid
heat
of repeated defeat
I think
and plan
on paper
and later
in the dark hours
in my head
as I lay in bed
awake - again,
and then I wait
for fate
to meet me halfway
to lead me
to the magic I deserve
the future I am worth