Waiting

FBO 11/14/19

Not long ago in a faraway land

I call my mind

I had dreams and promises in place

Then life shook them to the ground

Like overripe fruit

Now they lay beyond time and space

Not knowing if they will survive the fall

How did I get to this place of always waiting?

Why must I wait, and wait, and wait?

Will I have to search beneath the leaves of Autumn

For seeds of faith to believe again before winter’s chill

How will I know when the wait is over?

Will bells chime and whistles blow

In acknowledgement of it’s end?

Can the clouds of doubt be blown away

By simply believing I can survive the storm?

No answers are forthcoming

No phone calls or texts that will give me hope

My heart is programed to expect less

So it won’t hurt anymore

But still it waits, and waits, and waits

Maybe in the morning I’ll know

So I’m waiting for the answers

That will shore up the dreams.