Patience
I suppose in life, we all learn patience somehow, some way
I've never been the most patient person
So, maybe I'm forced to learn now day to day
When it's something critical, it's not fun
Why must such lessons be learned through anguish,
When patience brings more to endure?
Why must we hang onto prayers and a wish,
For discovery to find a cure?
Sometimes when achieving patience, then there is no more
Every last thing has been tried
And I start to begin to wonder, what for?
To observe what's needed, from then I spied
Although I know, one day will bring confirmation
It cannot come soon enough
I've relied on every possible way and affirmation
To get through something so tough
So here I write with little patience I muster,
Drained from the burden of doom
It has turned into a cluster....
Yet, I'm the only one in the room
Heidi Sands
6/10/22
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2022
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