Waiting to feel
Drenched in the downpour
of past tense emotions,
seeing the future
is part of the dream
Lost in the middle,
the leftover mentions,
chasing the wind
with a full head of steam
Why did it end,
once I found the beginning,
how can I wait
when the truth has been told
Questions survive
throughout yesterday's shadows,
losing my way
without someone to hold
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Butterflies bloom
in the pit of my belly,
clenching my fists,
like it matters at all
Banging my head,
metaphorically speaking,
seeking the pain of that
prodigal wall
I should accept
every gift I've been given,
lifting the bows
from the wastepaper bin
Yet here I am
with my weaknesses showing,
waiting to feel
the rejection again
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2024
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