Waiting For Dr. L. Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Impatiently waiting in Dr. L's waiting room, feeling rushed
within, yet having to sit here idly.

Reading, listening to classical music, writing, trying to
have patience, yet failing miserably.

Wanting to go back, get seen, talk with the Dr., pushing my
self beneath all the worry, knowing I have somewhere to be
before eleven thirty.

Attempting to calm my soul, writing everything felt, putting
it outside of me - don't want to deal with the feelings
right now.

Watching a movie on the screen, seeing nature flowing by,
enjoying what I'm seeing, somewhat calming down, putting
myself inside the picturesque puzzles I'm viewing.

Yet, still sitting here wanting to see Dr. L and quickly
leaving after that.