For all the things that I’ve gained,
These last few trials have left me empty.
I’m longing for the same feeling of completeness,
The feeling of a wholeness enveloping me,
Warming me with it’s embrace.

I’ve longed for my hard work to reveal my better side,
My dedication to have its rewards.
However, it appears to me that I am not fit for this,
Not meant for this small amount of gratification,
Not worthy of it’s touch.

So with my path before me I make due,
I try my best to realize that not all of my work is rewarded.
I will not always live to see something go appreciated,
Or even watch as my influence shapes those around me,
But I do know that this is still right.

This is still the way things ought to be.