The Wait Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
The Wait
So much
Precious time
Ticks away.
I wait,
Suffer the fear,
The cruel draft
That blows through
A freezing room;
Hold on to hope
And this half ass gown.
FINALLY... he comes.
His every step
Brings me closer
To another destiny.
O dear God,
Let it be a good one.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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