Defer

 I have to alter my life, I have to defer my goals. It wasn't meant to be this way. I was supposed to learn and become. Become a strategist and a campaign manager. I was meant to be the voice, the creator of visions. Now I am merely a server with a smile, a caregiver who feels stuck, the doors and windows of opportunity are slammed in my face. There is no way out, nowhere to fly and soar and explore my talents. 

I am back to being a dreamer, I am back to being a viewer. I am just a window shopper looking in. 

But wait till I scream, bleed, and fight. 

Cage me and I become frantic for a taste of freedom. 

I will break free and fly again. But for now . . . 

I stay.