Waiting. Poem by Desiree Whitamore
Waiting.
Tumbling off my cliff of tears.
I stop to take a breath.
I start climbing up with just a dream for support.
The weight of my heavy heart is trying to slow me down.
I’m so confused.
stay or go?
What do I do? I
f only someone would help me.
But I don’t have anyone.
As I climb I pass through my past and present.
It stops at my future though.
Now I’m only on the edge of the cliff…
waiting.
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