Only Waiting

Written 5 December 1990

I started out young with no idea in my head

Just a vacant hole, only waiting

I loved to dance in slippers of black

As the music moved my feet

Books were my tools to keep the tears back

A child of a haunting past

So deep inside of herself

Only books and music were friends

Nobody saw her pretty face between the pages

Nobody saw her hopeful eyes behind the notes

They only saw the vacant hole

And a shadow of the person she could be

No one smiled

Few cared

Until the hole filled

Through painful days she aimlessly scratched

Within a tiny book

Over the years the book became larger

And the eyes that first saw

They smiled

Many more

Many still

Only waiting

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

Very nicely written. Captured the feelings you wanted... beautiful.