expectations

poem by: ashlie dhugga

the word “expectation”

in itself

is a force of nature,

with the ability to cause a storm

what does society expect of you?

what does your family expect of you?

what do your friends expect of you?

what do you expect of yourself?

and with that,

the downpour becomes violent

but it is not the pressure of the rain you feel hitting your body

it is the pressure of each thought in the form of an answer

your body feels heavy

not from the wet clothes,

but from the weight of each expectation

that you carry with you as you walk

In the midst of the storm

It becomes easy to forget

you are in control

you may ask yourself,

how can i control a storm?

you are in control of your life -

you have the ability;

the ability to meet expectations,

along with the ability to choose not to

with this you must maintain a balance -

which expectations are worth fulfilling?

is it worth opening the umbrella,

or would you rather walk through the rain?