Re-arrive.A Poem by Stormy WeatherI’m envious of those who can sleep through the ticking clock,
and of the 5-year-olds who are learning how to write their names. I’m anxious for it to finally be 3 when it still is 2, and
has been for an hour. I’m terrified you’ll never know why I say the things I do,
and of the pounding in my head telling me I’m going to fail. But I’m so glad I got to know your name. © 2013 Stormy Weather |
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