the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 9

this change is waiting

with a wishful soul and a foggy mind,

i'm a constant change.

this bundle of nerves contorts all too often.

joy, sorrow, angst, levitivity, jealousy, surprise,

fear, loathing, curiosity, amazement, grief

anything and everything;

they all take their turns.

with a blurry heart and groggy bones,

i'm a mess of emotions and confusing choices.

it all blends together into an endless cloudy sky.

i'm just waiting for the sun.

waiting for the pure waters that heal,

the soft words that caress.

waiting for the sunrise that will accept.