In the Waiting (poem)
with arms open wide…
In the Waiting
We begin with a promise without knowing the end
would come too long in the waiting for a future
that was never meant to be among the remnants
of a past littered with too many thorns and horns
meant to break and take a spirit mired in quicksand.
The apathy garnered of a life lived on the edge
of passion and emotion at times without grasping
the one on the other side of the sword of promise
held in weakened fingers and with little hope of recovery.
One by one and five by five the years faded while
blinded eyes were kept closed to shield the truth
of abandoned hopes and dreams of a life never to be
without help and assistance of the one never known.
One obstacle after the other lays across a path
strewn with past lives and lost loves regardless
of promises made and promises broken
until it was too late for the giving and the receiving.
As one door closes and another opens
with arms open wide and hopes and dreams…
