"Hope wears Heavy wings"

Feels like I'm tired, sick... At the same time, it feels comfortable— A strange hush of mixed emotions. Unable to control, unable to calm, Coolness out of it… Yet exhausted to handle, Heaviness in heart… Still, I’m waiting for the right time— To grab the opportunity Where can I prove it, And at the same time, To escape. Learning must make happiness Instead of feeling down… I whisper this to myself In the quiet between storms— That maybe, just maybe, Hope is shaping my shadow For the brighter future ahead...