Waiting
Toxic thoughts arrive uninvited
Memories of love unrequited
Undecided on what’s there for me, I wonder why you weren’t there for me
Everyone said, “Tread carefully”,
I was running on ice and never knew I fell in
I thought life treated me nice
I thought twice and again
It was a game I was the pawn
Up of from dusk till dawn,
Waiting, contemplating
Without a yawn,
You grew tired of me
I entered the storm and was struck with lightning
It is lightening to know what was so frightening isn’t real,
And that I was justified in my plight to heal
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