School work overloads,

Papers foreshadow 64%

I have wrote essays that cramped my fingers, molding and shaping it ,

Including me

I have worked

Harder than a bee hive

in the winter

I still find flowers-

joy in the storm in between

Even when the

my promises crumble,

I tremble with fear

I pray for

an 100% beyond what

failure calls me

I Cast my cares to Jesus

Who can shake me

And Who can promise me

The water full of life

A water fall that flows,

hydrating the thirsty.

I know

If wishes fell like rain,

then certainly I am a storm.