Jihad

Why do I hold onto these desires?

I know they fall short of love

Yet, they aren't hate

Nor are they fear...

Are they anger?

Or simply a subtle frustration:

the scorn-filled impatience

that arises from the deferance

of other longings?

I don't believe I am evil

But it is written that

a hope unarriving makes the heart

sick

Am I sick?

Please heal my sick

And teach me how to wait,

holding my head up;

knowing I am loved