cotton balls

to my friend:

i can't help you if you don't want to be helped.
you can have hope,
you can pray and dream, but
if you shut out all the options,
how will it come true?

don't dwell on it.
you say it'll happen in time,
and then you make deadlines
that cannot be met.

path's can cross with help
from friends and strangers.
not solely by chance,
not just by fate.

if you keep questioning
your traits and your gifts,
you'll have nothing left
to give him once he does come along,
and no, we don't get younger,
or prettier,
but if it's the inside you're counting on,
why should that matter?