Im sitting in a waiting place
In between waves
Planted in an empty space
Its hard to exist in two states
Either everything or nothing
A six-page essay or a blank slate
Im reaching for a handhold—
An absence, an extreme
Something to speed along the burst im waiting for
This in-between feels suffocating, and
stasis was not part of my
carefully calculated plan
but if I can stop thinking and just breathe
then perhaps this waiting place
is a good place to be
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
