Too much time in the room for waiting Hating the silence My patience is grating
Too much time in the room for waiting
Hating the silence
My patience is grating
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grantcadams
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Autoplay OFF   •   2 years ago
A poem for anyone waiting to get well again.

Too much time in the room for waiting Hating the silence My patience is grating

Counting the cracks in the ancient ceiling Feeling the moments Until I start my healing

Pain and sorrow the highest treason Reason for grieving Seed sewn out of season

Returning to health deepest passion Ashen faced friend With strength and compassion

My road and my journey ever so long Strong for my children The prognosis is wrong?

Onwards towards the summit I climb Time to dig deep I’ll carry on with my mime

Sat with patience hospital room Gloom dissipated Renewed I will bloom

Episodic lessons of my past Cast who I once was But I’m evolving fast

Little less time in the room waiting Equating to loss My future creating

Waiting in my room tick-tocking time I am leaving now I am back in my prime.

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