Waiting Poem by Kirsten H...

Waiting



I sit here waiting,
And waiting,
And waiting,
For what?
Do you ask?
Even I do not know.
But once I find it
Or once it comes,
The blocks that have been
Building up inside me
Will topple over
And fall.
Something new will be
Born
Is it good?
Is it bad?
Who knows?
But it is coming.
And I am
Waiting.

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