The Long Wait For the Unknown
They say, ‘’ true love waits’’
But they never said until when we should wait
Should we wait till we are old and bent?
Till we can longer feel
When inside we hate and reel.
Till when I beg to ask should we wait this wait?
‘’Wait on God ‘’ they said but they never taught me how
They never taught me how to listen
What to look for
They didn’t tell me how God looked like
Was He tall, was He short
Did He love and laugh; was His face creased with frowns?
And did he whisper or was he a boomer?
So I wonder how do I wait on him?
‘’the best things come to those who wait,’’ they said
But I wonder how did they know?
Did they themselves wait?
If so why did they become mothers at sixteen?
Why do they go through life mumbling?
Why there are their faces marred by frowns too?
Was that their best or was it their lesson?
And if that’s their best do I really want to wait?
Sometimes I really feel like am waiting in vain
Especially when the pain comes screaming
Or when my heart is down and afraid
I don’t want to wait in vain
And I don’t want to feel any pain
So if it comes am sorry but I won’t wait
If it comes I’ll grab it with both hands
Or will I? Let’s just wait and see.
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2016
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