The Wait

I feel like I’m waiting.
Sitting in nervous apprehension
Contemplating
Trying to cope with the tension.

I feel like I’m waiting.
For my friends to find their happiness
Anticipating
The day they find their bliss.

I feel like I’m waiting.
Poised in impatient agony
Enduring
This darkness inside of me.

I feel like I’m waiting.
Contemplating.
Anticipating.
Enduring.
Hoping.

That one day, I can be free.

Good Things…

Haunted by the gentle fiction
of life not stalled
by the hounding darkness
of a stifled mind.
Redemption stares me in the face
dares me to reach out
leave my mask behind
rejoin the human race.
I hesitate
knowing the uncertainty
of exposing my wounded heart
to fate.
I wait…wait…wait.
For what?