A broad smile is plastered across my ebony face, but I know deep down I’m not okay. Lately I feel like I’m struggling to see the light, like my bags are packed and I’m waiting for a train whose arrival is uncertain. I know that life is a constant roller coaster and the good times are short as a commercial but I’m aching for a moment of peace, to just cry tears of relief. It’s hard enough that my best friend is oceans away, more so it’s heartbreaking waiting for my future to unfold like a flower in bloom, will I ever break free from this prison I was born into? They say patience is the key, but what do you do when the sadness begins to cloud your eyes?