The Waiting
written by: beachglass
sometimes you forget
what an oven is
and you burn your hand,
it hurts
when you’re walking
and it feels like swimming
it’s hard to think
when the ground is caving in
wise words escape you
like all the forgotten nights
when you lost sleep over
promises
you couldn’t keep; still
the thoughts are there,
the wondering, the waiting
sometimes feels like forever
the waiting stays the same
filling the space with
memories
sometimes you forget it hurts
you don’t know what to call this
but it feels like a reason to be
I am an unpublished freelance writer. My personal writing is mostly creative writing, poetry and prose. I write about what inspires me to focus: nature, emotional growth, the search for knowledge and dreams. I've been writing poetry for most of my adult life, and sharing it on a personal website. I consider myself to be an intuitive writer, meaning, I write what I feel in that particular moment. The purpose of my writing is to establish a connection, and with that, a deeper understanding.
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