Waiting For Change Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I'm waiting for the waiting to end,
Trying to convince my heart
To listen to my head, which says:
This is a gate.
Traffic flows both ways.

Where he goes, I may follow.
Then I will be his guest.
He will be my guide.
I will see a new world through his eyes.

Who knows?
Chides my own mind:
Maybe there are new roads for me as well.
Gates opening,
Maps unraveling,
Time freed,
Allowing me to contemplate horizons
I long ago closed my eyes to.

So I will hold in my tears,
I will try to conceal my fears,
And send him off into his own life
Knowing he is better prepared than I
To face this new stage bravely.

But maybe I, like he,
Can find a new identity
Waiting around some bend
I don't yet see, but somehow feel
Beckoning me.