Wait

Wait

A Poem by A

Confrontation

loud Voices

Inquisitve Eyes

i run

Run into the rain

into the snow

I Run

always have

always Will

He has kept me sane

I thank am

owe Him my All

Those times i run

i'm too overwhelmed to think

to analyze

what should i do

easy easy

i look for the easy way out

i can't call anyone

this is my life

my life filled with My issues

I am tired of telling my story

just once hoping someone would fight for me

when i push away

i want someone strong

not going to give up

i see now there is no one

i say goodbye

and they don't care

they walk

they run

i'm left standing in this place

back to my feet

they take control

i run

headlights in front of me

my eyes are blinded

all it would take would be one step

not even that

a stumble

it could look like an accident

maybe i pull myself away because

i dont want my blood on their heart

they don't deserve

a random stranger

to throw their life in the midst of turmoil

the pain i could cause

i rarely think

then out of nowhere comes the whisper

the whisper of the wind

ever so silently

my tears stop

my spine straightens

i looked around

thinking this must not be real

i wonder

i listen

"wait"

is all it says

i look up

the clear sky tinted with purple welcomes me

the rain cleanse me

i jump

i dance

in that moment

I am Free

in that moment

its me and the whisper

the whisper of the wind coated with the raindrops

I wait

I do what it has asked of me

I know

I hope

my waiting will soon end

but i will

i promise

i will

Wait...

© 2010 A


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Added on December 19, 2010
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London, England, United Kingdom



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