I won’t put down roots.
I won’t clean somebody else’s boots.
I’ll stay just out of touch.
A little out of frame.
I’ll wait until it’s you whispering my name.
I won’t give my heart away.
I won’t desperately prolong any stay.
I’ll only get attached to the pets.
There’ll be no past regrets.
Hang on, honey.
It’s only you,
I’ll let love me.
–S.
I wait for you.
Like I think I’m supposed to.
You dropped me off one day,
and now it’s way past curfew.
Days pass, weeks, and eventually months too.
I sit like I’m in a church pew.
Who is coming for my rescue?
Am I still on your menu?
If you’ve crossed the ocean,
I can make it by canoe.
I wait for you.
Like I thought I was supposed to.
You were never coming back, were you?
–S.
The drought slowly kills everything.
It cracks the earth.
Dehydrates the plants.
Makes me question my worth.
Dries out my hands.
Been praying for rain,
to bring back some life.
You can’t bring back, what’s lost its fight.
–S.
Fall is calling.
Leaves are falling.
I’m rooted in place.
Fall is calling.
Leaves are falling.
There are things I still can’t face.
Fall is calling.
Leaves are falling.
I don’t let go.
I wait.
–S.
Stuck in life’s waiting room,
doesn’t it feel like everything ends in gloom?
Praying for light soon,
yearning to be lit up like the moon.
Growing pains,
like flowers, hopefully, I’ll bloom.
-S.
Sometimes,
right before sleep takes over,
all I have left to give,
is a sigh.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 