Open Outlook Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching deeply inside, finding a plethora of thoughts,
happily jumping about, waiting to be set in poems.

Sitting here in another waiting room, liver transplant
doctor, hoping to be seen before too much longer.

Looking around, people are of all types and nationalities,
all either staring into space or talking to one another.

A complacent atmosphere, one where I find myself in
constantly.

Life has just dealt a hand that is filled with trials and
suffering, but with many gifts to help me get through it
all with an open outlook.

Always expecting something to come about, smiling in hopes
that it will happen soon.