Hiding And Waiting
Hiding, such a fickle word.
As simple as a worm, hiding from a bird.
Will it survive and come out alive?
It is for fate to decide.
But my situation,
one not as simple as this
continues to haunt me.
Both day and night.
Although circumstances similiar
but conditions much more drastic,
many thought occur.
Which to dissect first?
We hope to be saved
but the days are long and consuming,
nights short and anxious.
Barely keeping up with the days,
we know not how much longer.
Waiting, hopeing, praying,
not much more to be done but this.
Frightened, hopeful, and afraid.
We know not our fate.
All we can do is hide, and wait.
For what? A end? A beginning?
Many outcomes come to mind,
but none too certain.
It is without a doubt,
most frightening to not know what is to come,
then to know and anxiously await your end.
Bravery, strength, patience.
All are needed, but not all are acheived.
Dwelling in fear,
we hide and wait.
Hide and wait,
like a repeated mantra in a daily routine.
For what? The unknown?
What is known however is never any more pleasant.
We know but this and only this.
Our futures aren't in our own hands,
but in the hands of one who is unforeseen.
