Waiting Game

Its all part of a Waiting Game

Solitary moments seem to crawl

While every disquieting sense of faithlessness and apprehension

Seem to shuffle around the room

Back and Forth

Reminding me that I am in fact

Faltering

 

Every look in the mirror is an indication

That preparation would be wise

But fear is a poor incentive

When happiness should be the true culprit

 

I am running out of time

To bring silence to this trepidation

And find calmness in this blessing

 

There is life at the end of the tunnel

All I want

All I am begging for

Is the strength provide a joyful welcome

And bring a peaceful end to this

Waiting Game

 

 

Reviews

[Aiza]

this poem is so strong.
the emotional quality is astounding.

please don't lose sight of this blessing though, i honestly believe that everything will work it's way out.
you are strong and i believe that this 'life at the end of tunnel' will adore you for all you have done and are trying to do.

you are wonderful
and i love you.