It's Not Time Poem by Rabi Anata

I can’t, it’s not time.
He tells me to be patient until the time comes to leave.
I give up on myself easily,
But not on God
Because He’s never given up on me.
I’ve got to trudge to the very end.
I feel so weary,
Keep being dreary all the day and night.
Wake to the morning in bitterness,
fall asleep with so many anxieties,
But what’s important is that I rise
After I’ve slept, and that I sleep
And recover from the stresses of life.
Still I have a will,
Though not very strong,
That is constantly developing.
My frowns express my downs
But, experience after painful experience, they pull upward.
I am a bigger person than others see me as,
I almost add up to that person you designed me to be.
No longer can I chop, tear, scratch pieces away.
I can’t, it’s not my time.
I must grow and grow until I finally fit
The flawless image you created.