Am I done yet? Learning the same lesson over and over again. I get it. I get it. I’ve learned it through and through now. Nobody will want this. Those hopes will forever be raised and crushed like an ant underneath a boot. I get it. So stop the lesson. Let the clock cease it’s ticking. So let me be. Let there be a happiness. A hug strong enough to cease the worries. A hand that will hold mine, so perfectly. A thumb that will rub away the worries. A small, reassuring squeeze. But let it last longer than a moment. Longer. Just a little bit. To let me climb out of a hole and walk a path. To see daylight. Someone help me. Hold me. Guide me. I am calling. I am waiting.