Waiting Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Waiting
Waiting –
The days long
And nameless
Twisting under my
Hands like a feral
Cat. It’s claws
Rake my arms
Demanding release.
The sting reminds
Me that I must hold on
Even as teeth bite
Down, drawing blood.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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4/25/2024 4:55:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Perfect in its preciseness. Yes, indeed, waiting bites even the most patient of souls. And, like holding your breath and waiting to breathe, the longer you have to - the harder it gets, it seems. Wishing you well, ~Christine