The Wait

School resumes tomorrow. The past week has been a refuge, a place in time for me to forget the uncertainties and the stress, from all facets of my life, that surround and overwhelm me right now. I originally wrote this on 4/4/08, when I struggled to find the "perfect ending" to my first real job search (edited it today). I thought I had. Time will tell.

(p.s. just so you know. putting what i write - that which reveals a "private" part of me - out there in the great big world makes me feel really vulnerable. i feel like i should be a much better writer than this. that's why i don't do this poetry post thing very often.)

Simple tasks fall by the wayside

as I wait

to hear any news

(good or bad).

I pause in moments of

gathering doom

and tears

(of frustration, anger, hurt, confusion)

slip silently down my face.

I hold my breath in moments

of unbearable hope

and dream

(of the perfect endings).

But still I wait.

*mk