This Time

This time, I will not push. I will not dig.

This time I will not plead.

I will not ask. Because if the time is right, I will not need to ask.

Find myself withholding alot of stuffs. Stuffs the old me will be desperate to pursue and make known, even if it's too premature to reveal them.

And when it gets too overwhelming, I pray. Yes, desperately needing the peace of mind, I sought the Almighty to soothe me to sleep.

Occasional thoughts flew in and out. A prompting ensues every sudden urge. There is a time for everything, it tells me.

I am much at peace now then I was before, when put in the same situation.

This time, I am going to fold my hands and wait.