all i can do is wait.
it makes me anxious
the churning inside me
the willingness to do something– anything!
the clawing need of impatience
life is going on and
life is going on
and
it's going on without me but
all i can do is wait.
i need i need i need
to take that next step
it needs to come closer
it's right there it's
right there
it's
all i can do
is wait.
the viscious fastness of society
of time itself
the seasons growing on
the world changing around me
the sun rising ever lower
and all i can do is
wait.
and so i stop.
take a br e a t h
feeeeeel the crisp cold
flowing through my nostrils,,,
down my
throat into my lungs and
brreeaathe it oooouuutt
exist in the moment
blink
and when i open my eyes
realize
that the light flickers through my eyelashes
and flutters through the leaves
and shimmers on the frosty grass
and warms with the same intensity as it does in midsummer
take off my jacket and
shiver
and then relax
into the cold-warm
and for that moment
that i exist
it's almost okay
that all i can do is wait.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
