Danielle Wayman Poet I do not know?

Waited

I waited by the river for the body of my enemy to float on by
I was waiting for the suffering to end
I waiting for my joy to begin
I was waiting for the validation of the feelings that were felt

Instead, I saw what I did not want to see
It was me, myself, my actions, my deeds
I saw me in the truth
I saw me in the raw
I was nude, unappealing, dirty, and raw

It was “Action” that had no “Cut”
There are no words of repair
It was sad and too strong to bare
It is shameful to look upon now
Thoughts that need deep mending and repair

My enemy wasn’t late in coming by
The time was right on time
All the days, the hours the minutes, it was me…I was floating by
It was me I was most waiting for
It was me, the most dangerous of all

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